24.2.2014
When sleep is bad, like today, and it is Monday and there was barely time to recover from the previous week and the next one begins, age and slowness are taking their toll.
The electronic clock triggers the mornings program. It is cold today, and there is no wish or reason to leave the bed, which is warm.
All are sleeping. The whole family.
And the cat.
Wash and put the clothes an-The imperative to take a job seriously. At least to appear on time and to be regular about it.
The streets are empty. It is a sleepy day. Hear street doors unlock, there are more people alive, and up, and coming out to commence their day.
The moon is a tiny crescent, and the bus stop is deserted. An errant Mercedes with a rusty body and a noisy exhaust delivers some worker to his or her shop. The bus driver is bald, and punctual.
He closes the front doors at the station and demands that all leave by the back doors, as is proscribed on some notice somewhere. So he is having a bad morning and intends to give everybody a hard time.
Anastasia remains calm and friendly, she is an her own, and there are twenty customers there at once -> She calls her colleague from the café back rooms, but her colleague does not come. She continues dealing with everyone, with smiles and friendly glances. After some time her colleague turns up, and with the palms of her hands towards the customers in a warding gesture exclaims loudly : "right, who's next".
She may think that the day may begin because she is now there. If this is so, then let her imagine this if it makes her happy.
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