Holiday monday, noise loud from the street, car tyres a-rumble, each approaching and then receding grumble a person on the way to work, four noisy tyres, at least one ton of metal and plastic surrounding each person on their errand
Wake up, take off the mask. Only six hours twenty seven minutes sleep today, this will cause suffering later in the day. But a night of pleasant dreams, forgotten, as dreams that have concluded are.
The cat jumps in through the window, loud purr, demanding food and feeding. The pet gets it´s head stroked, it is probably disappointed.
To the bathroom, to be disturbed by frantic knocks on the door, the son has risen and has an urgent need of the facilities offered therein. So back to the bedroom, where the cat just fed by the son wants more of everything. A human trait in a feline.
The day is quiet yet, the young man playing at his computer, the old man writing at his. Peaceful days, soon to be ended with a frenetic holiday journey to the sea and afterwards a return to work.
The sound of children outside, slamming car doors, starting engines. The neighbours are under way, and the bells ring for eight in the morning.
Think about the things that will need doing for today, and think about getting work clothing on. This beastly his in the right ear is getting louder again, will it drive the rest of the body insane.
And all are so selfcentred here, when they could get on better if they did their things together, rather than staying in bed for half of the day and waiting for the money to come in. But that is the way of things, new tricks for old dogs are hard and mostly fruitless labour.
Wake up, take off the mask. Only six hours twenty seven minutes sleep today, this will cause suffering later in the day. But a night of pleasant dreams, forgotten, as dreams that have concluded are.
The cat jumps in through the window, loud purr, demanding food and feeding. The pet gets it´s head stroked, it is probably disappointed.
To the bathroom, to be disturbed by frantic knocks on the door, the son has risen and has an urgent need of the facilities offered therein. So back to the bedroom, where the cat just fed by the son wants more of everything. A human trait in a feline.
The day is quiet yet, the young man playing at his computer, the old man writing at his. Peaceful days, soon to be ended with a frenetic holiday journey to the sea and afterwards a return to work.
The sound of children outside, slamming car doors, starting engines. The neighbours are under way, and the bells ring for eight in the morning.
Think about the things that will need doing for today, and think about getting work clothing on. This beastly his in the right ear is getting louder again, will it drive the rest of the body insane.
And all are so selfcentred here, when they could get on better if they did their things together, rather than staying in bed for half of the day and waiting for the money to come in. But that is the way of things, new tricks for old dogs are hard and mostly fruitless labour.
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