a sound on a dark morning, clouds hide the sky that would otherwise be visible in the reflection in the glass windows of the balcony. the machines are turned off, sleep was for nearly eight hours today; that’s good.
The man behind the glass of the mirror, hair wild, face crunched up by the use of the nocturnal mask. It will heal back inside the next hour or so.
Wash and shave, think of the importance to me of meeting people.
Despite the rain, there is a need to use the car today, to go to an accountant, to have the accounts done, to have all things accounted for, to keep on the safe side of the law.
So turn on the coffee maker for an early cup, to make things move again, to get the day running as it should.
Sounds of awakening and doors closing, others are awake now. That is all, all for now.
The man behind the glass of the mirror, hair wild, face crunched up by the use of the nocturnal mask. It will heal back inside the next hour or so.
Wash and shave, think of the importance to me of meeting people.
Despite the rain, there is a need to use the car today, to go to an accountant, to have the accounts done, to have all things accounted for, to keep on the safe side of the law.
So turn on the coffee maker for an early cup, to make things move again, to get the day running as it should.
Sounds of awakening and doors closing, others are awake now. That is all, all for now.
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