last august saturday

soft grey light from the sun risen behind clouds finds its way into opened eyes. The white ceiling looks grey.
Eyes close.
silence

clock ticks
Every thirty seconds that signal.
clack clonk.
Calling non existent slave clocks.

listen
cold infection rattles in the throat
no pain, just ticking rattle
open mouth - sound changes

get up, bathroom
water gurgles, go to kitchen
inspect coffee maker
half full.

Fill cup, and put it aside
dismantle machine, take filter out,
to balcony, empty the grounds
into the bin for biological waste.

Grind coffe, fill machine,
water coffee and screwthreads,
twist gas tap, press button,
coffee making

Take cold coffee, old coffee
go to sitting room
yellow light here,
house opposite is yellow.

write this, blug blog blag,
first thoughts, silence.
Earwhistler nose blocked.
cold wet summer day

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