it breaks in through the open window before the sun is up, light reflected out of the atmosphere, deflected around the planet, coming in grey and silent.
A sort of thief of the night, coming in in silence when most of the population are asleep.
whatever
get up, bathroom. It is six thirty, sleep for six and a half hours acording to the pressure turbine blowing air into the nose all night. six and a half hours, few events per hour.
Take a shower, wash yesterday´s grease out of the grey hair.
The mirror shows a man with a sunburnt face, that which had been white is now red brown and so forth.
As this account enters the internet, the sun rises and light up the top story of the yellow house on the other side of the street.
And the crashing sounds of things being loaded sound comes from the end of the road. It may be the building workers, having finished their road repairs.
Upon looking out of the window it becomes obvious that building workers had filled their green delivery van at one end of the street, the road repair people at the other end have not yet strarted their work.
It is seven thirty, and there are two bottles of carbonated drinking water on the table, and a bottle of raspberry sirup.
And it is very quiet and peaceful now.
The sunlight filtered yellow reflects from the house opposite and fills this room furnished in a style that ended one hundred and fifteen years ago.
whatever
get up, bathroom. It is six thirty, sleep for six and a half hours acording to the pressure turbine blowing air into the nose all night. six and a half hours, few events per hour.
Take a shower, wash yesterday´s grease out of the grey hair.
The mirror shows a man with a sunburnt face, that which had been white is now red brown and so forth.
As this account enters the internet, the sun rises and light up the top story of the yellow house on the other side of the street.
And the crashing sounds of things being loaded sound comes from the end of the road. It may be the building workers, having finished their road repairs.
Upon looking out of the window it becomes obvious that building workers had filled their green delivery van at one end of the street, the road repair people at the other end have not yet strarted their work.
It is seven thirty, and there are two bottles of carbonated drinking water on the table, and a bottle of raspberry sirup.
And it is very quiet and peaceful now.
The sunlight filtered yellow reflects from the house opposite and fills this room furnished in a style that ended one hundred and fifteen years ago.
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