sleep with zed all alone in bed, wake to hear the silence interspersed wail of the slender cat. Sleep a pretence, rising an impossibility. Hear sounds of cat being fed and what joy.... coffee maker being initialised as they say these days. So the bed is warm and its sunday. Hear the sound of beos screaming its startup. son awake, sun up.
ninefifteen fill cup and make bread and butter cheese and tomato.
listen to tinni die tuss lässt mich nicht in ruhe
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