the relaxing dribble and patter of the raindrops falling on the concrete of the yard draws an end to sleep. The sound is clear through the open window, and the open fanlight in the kitchen.
No tinnitus, gone for a moment. Peace, but there is already the thintinny voice advising of imminent return.
Walk around the rooms, go back to bed.
Listen to the silence.
Awaken, the morning has advanced. It is 8:30, and the righthand side of the head is a hissing chorus, a gas jet-like sound almost beyond hearing, an inexpert whistle.
Son up, Homework.
such a good boy!
Coffee and cleanup the kitchen.
Sound of computers in the background, films about games and how to play them.
Arggh! GRRUMP!
Oh well, Sunday, homework done
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