Heh

He awakens by the sound of the prayer as it fills the steady silence, climbs out of bed and heads to the bathroom. He slowly opens the faucet and the cold water trickles down. He gets ready to cup the water with his hands, but turns his head to the left towards the window. The glaring light of the car blinds his eye for a second, but he was used to it. He could hear clinking of keys, showing a struggle of opening the door. He hears heels clicking for a second and then what it seemed like a noise of them being dropped on the ground. He could hear shuffling of quiet tip toes, a stealth manoeuver he quickly became familiar with. He looked back at the basin and noticed his hands were overflowing with water. The water he was carrying splattered all over the basin as he quickly withdrew his hands from each other. He gripped the sides of the basin with all his pressure, but his anger resided instantly. At least she came before I finished praying he thought.