light seems to pour in through the window, the sun is out and shining

A bright morning light, a late light after a long night watching films, on television. Episode after episode.
Take the mask of sleep off, and leave it on the wooden butler, it is late, it is sunday.
Sleep is over,
kitchen,
son up, lego, sound of computer ventilators


The bells have already sounded, and are dumb now

Son is singing to himself, building important things
He recieves a telephone call, weekend visit.



The wife has her coffee in bed.
The cups are small, the dishwasher is full,
she needs another, and gets it.