Luke Fellows woke up early and squinted as he opened his eyes. He ran his fingers through thick brown hair and stretched as he rolled onto his back. The early morning sun always hurt them when it shone through the gap where the highly patterned curtains that didn’t quite meet.
He glanced at the clock that was balanced rather precariously on a chair and realized he was running late again. Luke had two important lectures to attend at college that day, and it looked like he would have to miss breakfast yet again. He wondered about sneaking into the kitchen to make a sandwich to take, but decided against it. The landlady was probably still in there and she was very particular about her kitchen.
Luke threw the sheet off his highly sculpted body and looked down in despair. He’d been dreaming about ‘her’ again. This had resulted in early morning wood,and a new stain on the bed sheet. The landlady had complained to him in the past about stained sheets, and also splashes on the bathroom floor.
It was mornings like these that he found it very difficult to position himself properly in front of the toilet in order to aim correctly so as not to pee over the side of the bowl. He often had to take twice as long to make sure.
The woman he was infatuated with lived in the aptly named Cherry Tree Lane, a narrow thoroughfare, lined with cherry trees that bore luscious fruit. Luke usually counted them as he cycled along, on his way to college, where he studied plumbing. He always slowed, however, as he approached the house where she lived, and, turning his his head to try and catch a glimpse of her invariably made Luke wobble so much he almost fell.