Steve had always been a naturally early riser. It was more odd to find him asleep at ten o’clock than it was to see him awake at six thirty, it’s just how he was. His ma had always called him her sunny boy, saying that the sun directly gave him the energy to rise and fall but he was a bit too old now and the nickname was just downright ridiculous.
In truth, he had always loved the serenity in being awake before everyone else. When they still lived in the apartment, the early hour mornings were when he sipped on his coffee and sat down on the fire escape to watch life slowly bloom-- more and more cars turning onto the roads, the noise getting louder increment by increment until the streets were flooded and jam packed with the busy Brooklyn lifestyle. Then again, that’s how it used to be, j
