The cat sits on the red bricks where the sun hits first, because the grey…

The cat sits on the red bricks where the sun hits first, because the grey pavers stay cold until noon. A woman told him yesterday that the bakery opens at seven, but it has been open since six for three years now. He believes her anyway. He is holding a twist tie in his mouth, saved from a loaf he never got to eat. He stands up and walks toward the corner, past the green weeds pushing through the gaps, to wait for a door that is already unlocked.