PLEASURE
He got up from the bed early in the morning and thoughts of breakfast gushed in his mind as vapor of pressure cooker was escaping. Sun was just coming up. He pleasantly welcomed the early rays from the window. He got out of his bed. With all his energy, he stretched his arms up in the air, and there, in that sound of his muscles' stretching, he found his pleasure. He seemed to like the smell and taste of the new toothpaste. It was energizing his mood. He went for a jog. There were old people walking. Dogs barking at each other in a playful way. He gave a smile, though there was none to receive it. Sweat started to wet his shirt. His leg muscles started to strain. They were becoming harder. As he started pushups, it seemed as if his biceps and triceps were crying with sweat drops rolling by his hand. Now, there were none in his world. He was just feeling the pain only to tell himself that it was his pleasure. He came back home