Now is the Time

The stars were tugging at him. They had lined themselves up just so while he slept and today was the day. For once, life was going to work properly for him today. Things were going to happen today. Big things. Auspicious things. Things he'd remember forever. His spine lay straighter. His blood flowed with purpose. All he felt was exhausted. He still had no idea what the universe had paved the way for.

He dragged himself into the bathroom as though this was any other morning. Any other morning! Vast scattered galaxies had made provisions for him, for this day. Sun spots, volcanoes on Jupiter, and the rings around Saturn had all adjusted accordingly. This was the most unordinary Monday in the history of time. He found his teeth with his toothbrush and scraped and ground the long hot night from his mouth. His head was in the clouds. His body was...

He looked at himself in the mirror. He didn't think he looked too good. A crease ran from one eye to the corner of his mouth. His left eye. No, his right eye. On his right as he looked in the mirror. So that would make it his... He almost fell asleep standing in front of the mirror. He remembered to spit out the toothpaste. The universe couldn't hold this position for long. Couldn't hold open this window of opportunity for more than a few minutes. Wonderful things were ready to happen, but he'd have to wake up first.

He orbited from the bathroom and on into the kitchen. A star faded and fell, a million million miles away. The heavens rotated and clicked back into their normal position. The moment was gone. He realized he'd been staring at the coffee machine for a solid minute.