Do you know the secret of a good morning?

Good morning secrets
A man wearing a red shirt leans against the wall of a store called ‘Secrets’, written in white letters on a red surface. Two symbols of a white flower hug the letters from each side. The night shutters of the shop are already closed. The man is holding a white plastic bag that slid down to where his elbow bends. In his hand, he holds onto a non-smartphone close to his ear. Hello? Hello!

stare he stared at me I looked back

stare twice

third stare         eye-contact starts being awkward

two questions

What do they sell in a Tunisian shop named Secrets? What would this man be hiding?

I look at the sign, I look at him, I look down at the street. Both the man's T-shirt and the sign of the shop are colored red. They are inseparably connected.  

Questions unanswered, I look again. The red sign with the white letters, my eyes flutter down to where the man is standing. Our eyes meet again, I look away, right before me. 

I keep walking, by now, I had passed by the store and left it behind me. However, my two questions came along. 

But I do know a secret

Good food gets you through the night. Three proper meals in one long evening that end with falling asleep to a so-so movie you both know you only watch to have an excuse to stop thinking and allow your body to agree with the tiredness, give in, and disappear in the soft mattress.

Good food gets you through the night. It was morning by then, and one of them asked if we wanted something from the shop. Maybe water? Fruit if they’d have it. He came back with a few things among which an apple (an apple at 7 in the morning!) As some would describe it, with our last brain cell, we were actively trying to improve our salsa dancing skills with a tutorial by Salsaventura [1] called “Salsa Beginners 1 - Salsa Basic Step for the Absolute Beginner - Detailed explanation.” Our dancing was suddenly interrupted by the appearance of three baguettes filled with harissa, vegetables, and eggs. Our friend who had earlier returned from the shop had since spent his time in the kitchen making us proper breakfast. Even though a few hours earlier, somebody had shared their couscous with us at the studio. And not long before that, I had eaten a full Libanais sandwich meal with fries…

With our bellies full, our far too long extended brainstorm session about a body movement workshop finally came to a natural end, and Monty Python's Life of Brian sent us to sleep. 

[1] See the references widget for the link.