caught on tape

I woke up way earlier than what I have become used to.
Before my alarm and before the sun. Without even the slightest residue of any dreams.
The plan was to fall back asleep - or close my eyes, at the very least. Never happened.

So I got up and went straight for the coffee machine. Stirred my Latte with a real spoon. Opened up the snack machine and counted coins.
The investigation is ongoing.

I actually came within ten minutes of a 6:15 am encounter with the prime suspect. My mind only registered that quirky little fact about half an hour later, mind you, as I mined the security cameras for more proof. One more snippet for the memory stick. And, save.

I catch myself rewinding the part where I wander sleeplessly to the bathroom after he leaves. Everyone is more captivating when they're all grainy and lo-fi.
And caught on tape, of course.