Uncle Jeff's Bedroom

Uncle Jeff's bedroom was orderly. All blankets, pillows, bedsheets, curtains, clothes, and business suits, were put in the right place. Uncle Jeff was orderly too; he rose from the bed, took a pee, brushed his teeth and gargled for three minutes to eliminate bad breath, had a shower, put on a pressed business suit, walked downstairs to sip a cup of black coffee prepared by Vivien, cat-walked across the passageway between Bermuda grass, go outside the gate, and left the house for his office job. He was always prepared for everything.

Uncle Jeff had been sleeping like a log every night in his present bedroom since last month. The proximity of the house to his office was the only reason why he leased the place. He had paid Vivien ten thousand pesos rental fee convenient for two months. Vivien was thankful that one of her vacant-over-a-decade bedrooms was rented by a man as tidy as Uncle Jeff.