A Morning very warm and short

I was so sure it was still the night, but the bells rang and I was awake in a sec, because I did not want to lose anything. There was coffee and I decided to cook some eggs.

The morning was from another century, very 19th, maybe it was because of the mustache, and my body acted on it's own again and my mind was probably still in some dream haze. There was classical music (there's always classical music these days) and I lighted some candles and tried to figure out, what I could do with my day.

I'm starting to feel older than some older people and it is very beautiful.

I have been solving this puzzle with lots of variables lately and more and more I feel that things need to figure out themselves.