Timepiece by the window sounding wildly,five in the morning, get up turn it off, careful! Press the correct button, then disconnect the trailing pipe leading to the anti apnea turbine that was pressurising the windpipe all night.
Six hours thirty minutes sleep.
Bathroom shower check the things.
All there, wash the teeth.
Livescribe pen is missing, must be in work.
*THIS IS ALL FROM MEMORY*
NO MACHINE INVOLVED++
The cat goes to its tray, flee downstairs, leave the house, lock the door.
Rush down the alley, past the hole-stopping Fayads dirty white illegaly parked van blocking the corner to the Martins Church square.
Past the discount baker, and there is a delivery truck there unloading undead bread to be resuciated by a short spell in a hot oven on a customers demand. The unloader wishes good morning.
Black haired girl groping for cigarettes approaches the town portal, and lights up under the portal.
Her cigarette, of course.
Black haired ponytailed girl, white wedge heeled shoes, white jacket, swinging hair passes the bus stop on her way into town, passing under the gate. Cigarettes too.
Black tights fashionable now, and perhaps stopping under a town gate to light a pre-work cigarette is fashionable too.
The two turkish women from the doner fastfood place pass, as they do every day.
And the bus is on time too.
Pigtailed greyhaired smoker far away across the square today, reading a notice attached to a column.
Anastasia, almost wordless, coffee and discount stamp.
And then big blondy turns up, and they both burst out laughing, they almost collapse with laughter.
Who get’s that joke? Only they do, there seems to be no particular reason for it.
And the train is on time too.
A mumbled good morning from the hoodie mosaic maker as she heads down the platform to her usual place at the begeinning of the train.
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