Piece Of Puzzle

The black glove he put on clung to his fingers like a second skin. He slid his leather jacket on matching the color of his black t-shirt and black pants. The bonnet he hastily put on was the last to complete his black get up for the night.

He abandoned the mirror and walk towards the bedside table to finish the glass of wine. He brought the glass to his lips and allowed comforting warmth of the red liquid to slid down his throat. His other hand impatiently tapping the walls synchronizing the tick tock of the clock hanging on the wall inside his bedroom waiting for it to reach eleven thirty so he could sneak out already.

The pale light coming from moon was enough to illuminate the length of the room. It give him a perfect opportunity to enjoy the peaceful ambience inside his private domain. It allowed him to think deeper.