s 4-7-2014
Synchronization of clock bells outside and bedside radio damn arlarm clock inside the room. The tablet taken automatically,
- and the steps to the blue tiled Bathroom made. Shower floods and fills- a special offer sticker from a shampoo bottle has detached itself and blocked the train.
Clear the blockage and let the water gurgle on its way down the sower. soap, towel, comb and toothbrush, Appropriately.
Leave the sleep and dreams in the bathroom, find the clothing. Awake now. All dressed, all found, all ready.
sit and wait.
Five minutes. Time has ticked away.
The daily walk to the bus stop, past the Douglas perfume shop, post the turk's fast food shop.
Smell of spiced burnt fat.
The rivers water has gone down today. A dear shy clear sky promising heat during the day.
Gaten Morgen, madam, crutchmann, depressed woman. Bus driver, Sorry; no small change. He has to dig his last five Euro note from the depths of his purse.
The smoker toeing the yellow line on the border of his box..
The cafe, is running untidily today, but the machine makes perfect coffee, regardless of who is pressing the button.
The hedgehog, his moustached freind and the woman at their table. Like every weekday.
Platform anticipation of The approaching Train, stairs and stares and glances, covetous attempts to be the first onboard.
as if it made an effing difference
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