A morning of Mr. Smith He woke up to the sound of chirping birds that were frolicking at his window lattice. He did two series of push-ups, fifty repetitions each, and brewed a jug of hot coffee. Then, he poured himself a cup and walked into his balcony, sitting on an old wicker chair. He pulled out a cigarette from his bathrobe's pocket and lighted it with a match. He inhaled the smoke deeply to feel nicotine rushing through his veins and exhaled it slowly, forming small, cloudy circles with his mouth. After that, he took a sip of coffee which taste intermingled rapidly with the fresh stamp of tobacco on his tongue, filling him with delight. He repeated the ritual a few times while watching picturesque line of hills and woods that surrounded his house till his bliss was stopped mercilessly by emptiness of the cup and the fading glow of embers on the ashtray. He got on his feet without hesitation and immediately directed his steps to the kitchen. He broke his fast on scrambled eggs with bacon and cherry tomatos, subsequently proceeding with his mornining routine by taking a quick, cold shower and brushing his teeth. Finally, he put on his elegant clothes and walked down the steps to the outside door clutching his favorite cane on the way. When he left and closed the door, he donned his top hat and said to himself: "It's going to be an interesting day."