Robert woke up with a warm grogginess of a good night's sleep. The kind of feeling that prevents all forms of productiveness. He got out of bed and went about his usual, deliberate morning routine. Amazingly, he left apartment 29B in a shockingly speedy 39 minutes and walked the short distance to the small elevator. He took the shorter ride down to the lobby and took his first steps out of the elevator when a young lady bumped into him. He was taken by surprise and had little time to react before the elevator doors closed and left him facing the steel doors with a stupid smile on his face and a raised hand in an attempted wave."Good morning," he said before he realized that he was just standing there, dumbfounded, and turned around and quickly left the building.
Robert continued all day to think about the young lady and always caught and chastised himself for being so immature and childish. He didn't know the woman, and certainly was incapable of having feelings for her. He hadn't even gotten the chance to say so much as "hello."
By lunchtime, Robert had all but forgotten about the young lady. In fact, he was unable to think about anything else and decided to go ahead and clock-out for the day.
He was on his way back to the apartment building when he noticed a blind beggar on the side-walk. He loved beggars. They were such interesting people. They were the people of the streets, and as such they knew all there was to know about them. He didn't have the time, or rather, place of mind, to stop and chat so he dug into his pockets and pulled out all the change he had and held it in his open hand as he neared the blind man. He glanced at it, wished the man the best of luck, dropped the contents into the cup, and continued on his "walk" home. "One dollar and twenty seven cents," he thought to himself as he walked away.
"The truth with all its power lies inside me." yelled the blind man to Robert.
"I'll keep that in mind," said Robert as he turned the corner.
He got to apartment 29B, opened the door, and crashed on the couch. He lay there for two hours and forty six minutes before he fell asleep, just thinking. About nothing in particular: the young woman, the blind beggar, what the blind beggar had said. And it wasn't until he woke up that he stopped thinking about the young lady for a couple minutes and realized he was starving.
He got up, made sure he was presentable and left for Casa de Waffle to grab some dinner. When he arrived he chose his usual seat, sat down and ordered. He sat there thinking for a few minutes until the waitress served him his cup of coffee. She also left him some coffee creamers, but Robert didn't need them. He drank his coffee black. He didn't know why, he didn't even particularly like coffee. If he thought about it, he really much preferred a cold glass of milk to the bitter black liquid in the mug in front of him. But he drank it anyway.
Just as he finished his first cup of coffee, the blind beggar walked into the restaurant. He was hollering about something and sat down to eat his waffle, still shouting. Robert didn't know what he was yelling about, he tuned him out and just mulled over what he had said earlier, about the truth. He spent the next eighteen minutes eating his dinner, perfectly deliberately, and thinking. The waitress gave him his bill, he glanced at it and went back to staring at the beggar, pulled out his wallet and pulled the three bills out, left them on the table and left the restaurant.
Robert walked slowly home, still just thinking. The walk took twenty-four minutes and when he got home, he went straight to bed, didn't even bother undressing. He just lay down on his bed and put himself to sleep with his own thoughts.