12.2.15
Thoughts of bagpipes and spacemen, of diving suits and water pipes. Masks are not ideal, and hard to set properly. Pipe everywhere
The clock sounds, awakens. Rest three minutes more, having switched on the light to help prevent a return of Hypnos's imminent reign over consciousness.
get up, bathroom, shower, teeth, all these things one does on rising. The watcher of The Mask, a small computer-regulated turbine says six hours, forty two minutes of sleep with three 'occurrences per hour. The machine sings its own praises.
Socks are a problem today, the left one fitting the left foot smoothly, the right hand one not fitting at all. Look closely, it is one of the sons socks. Some colour, different size..
'The alley of black cobbles, the cracks grouted with tar, shimmers in the-lamplight due to its wetness..
at the junction between the alley and the graveyard a young woman crosses the way, Bright Dayglo orange ear muffs, striding fast to her car. Items The starter of this vehicle is to be heard as a background disturbance a wheezing complaining noise.
On the main street won safety orange waistcoated town employee goes about his business collecting items left by last nights revelry. He is wearing a dark blue hoodie, he looks like an orange coat wandering about alone, untenanted, in the dim light of the streetlamps. Bus stop, all alone today. New bus driver too, and at the station unsmiling Anastasia serves coffee.
There is no-one outside the station, greet the solitary in the café. Hedgehog at his usual place, watch town employees loudly discussing their intention to take sick leave, and so leave for the railway plat form,
The pigtailed smoker is on his way there too. He is late.
good morning.
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