This morning I was fairly sleepy when I woke up. I dozed for ten minutes or so, could’ve easily have slipped off back to sleep. Lying on my back, looking out of the window, through the virtually-useless white curtains, a white balloon came into view. Just a small party balloon, with a piece of string and a tag hanging from it. It was enough to get me to jump out of bed. I pulled open the curtains, opened the window, and watched as it floated low over the smaller buildings next to mine. It got lower and lower as it floated over the road. For a split second, I wondered if I could get dressed and get to the balloon before anyone else. Thankfully, the guy who sells gum and candy at the traffic lights started following it, about to grab the golden ticket. And as he reached up ready to grab it, the wind took it upwards again. Over the other lanes of traffic, higher and higher over a three-storey building into the empty space above a car park, and out of view. I had a piss, took a shower, and brushed my teeth. I went to Starbucks to get coffee. Sauntered home, and as I passed a mirror in the lounge, noticed that I had toothpaste juice caking in my beard either side of my mouth.