The dry cold air pouring in through the nose, ventilating the lungs, its pressure forcing aside glottal masses encroaching on its free passage.
The dreams of choking have gone away as a result of this treatment. That is so.##
The sky is occluded grey today, pet the kitten, little Miriam the cat. She is playing with bottle tops, tossing them into the air, kicking them with its paws and giving chase happily.
A most active young kitten, precocious.
Or little precious.
It is saturday and the neighbours down the road have received a delivery of refrigerators. Two very large grey refrigerators.
The son is concentrating on his screens, watching films about his sandbox game. The count of the used socks and other underwear on the floor does not impress him at all.
And the refrigerator in the kitchen hums loudly, it will be ten years old soon enough.
anon enough.
The days chores are waiting, So be it. The whistle in the head and the hum of the `fridge are a dumb monotonous chorus, joined by some use of an electrical building appliance outside.
The dead peace of sunday morning is tomorrow.
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