The peak of each wave rolled off onto another forming arched shapes, like the sails of a thousand ships all tumbling over each other in unison. They appeared to be dancing with one another in the wind teetering the vessel from port to starboard. Reflections of the moon could barely be caught off the tip of each peak under the darkened sky. The motion lasted long enough for the stomachs of those on board to get as close enough to settling, but never quite getting there, leaving the most dizzying, disorienting sensation. It was not long before the excess weight in the stern hit the wake of something below.
I felt a warm jolt on the table. Quickly looking around nothing could be seen. There were no cargo trucks passing outside the building and no construction going on. It was actually calm and quiet inside and out. Placing my hand back on the table I felt it again, stronger. I noticed my hand felt warm, it was cupping the cardboard coffee cup. The top layer of foam was stirring, below boiling bubbles were reaching the surface.
Sunrise hit the loft flooding the make shift living room. Light bounced off the plain white walls until taken over by the glow of a small table top television. The clock on the wall read just about 7:45am, the long hand was just about at the nine. Noises could be heard from the lower part of the city as traffic moved through town. Morning commuters would be all that filled the streets in a matter of minutes.