Confusion, the end of sound sleep,-the clocks is turned off, the insistent sound is gone. A beep, when there used to be a ring. The shower last night before bed. has rendered showering in the morning unnecessary. But go to the bathroom to wash the teeth, brush the hair, all these things that need to be done in the morning.- The cat comes to cuddle in the morning, a kitten. that will probably remain a kitten in feline psychological terms for the rest of it's life...
Find blue socks to with the blue shirt, and collect the glasses from the upright piano.
And walk into the street this early morning: sunny weather, the illuminated spire of parting church visible at the end of the street.
The usual way through the town, most of it forgotten by the time it is taken.
The bus shelter, empty today. Morning light, everything in looking bright, fresh, kitsch.
The bus driver refuses the carefully counted change, there ist oo much cuprous coin material for which he does not have the space in his machine. So what, it was all well meant. Give him a larger coin, he happily gives change, his world is in order. That is that. Grins from the other passengers... The man may well be known for his early grumpiness. He is the bus driver with a bald pate and moustache, the one who looks like a walrus.
The pigtailed man is at the station, smoking 'a cigarettes in the designated smokers area. good morning, all is well. The swing doors to the station are still defective, jammed in the open position with a note pinned to them.. ‚'Türe Defekt". Anastasia nerves her Yorma coffee, that is all that is drinkable today.
Feel good, hedgehog in earnest conversation with the brown haired women, and moustache bantering with 'big bloody, that is the way that the day begins at the station.
The train is crowded, full of airline passengers and sleeping people demanding space. There are few seats left.
and so the day , yet again.
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