21 April 2015
Long sleep, eight hours according to the wash's display. turn the clock off.
Bathroom and shower, forget to shave. Forget the pills too. Forget forgot.
What is wrong today?
No knowing yet. The clock has stopped, the pendulum is unhung,
still asleep, long sleep.
Leave the house, go down the birdsong-filled street, The sky is a deep dark blue colour, a few stars are visible. This is the light from a cloudless sky before sunrise. All the buildings seem to be standing out against the dim sky.
There is a finch singing at the bus stop, a strange melody. glimpse the tiny bird, smaller than expected.
The smoker outside the station, the one with the pigtail, is back again.
Gut morgen
Anastasia has time today, no haste today, good humoured, small talk Anastasio? Smalltalk from that brittle young person? She has different people there today, working with her. Big Blondy is not on today, she of the rolling eyes and The salacious comments.
Hedgehog in blue, at his usual table. On his own, Today.
And greetings from the mosaic water as she walks down the platform to see her friends.
and the sun has risen by the time the train has reached Hoosburg.
The windows of the town reflect the sunlight as an orange glare.
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