awaken, pressure on the face. The window is open, the cool air of a temperate climate brushes over the face and fills the lungs, refreshing the nostrils on the way down. The breathing mask down, the apparatus the doctor ordered so that the dreams may be completed, closed, and placed in the distant filing cabinets of the mind.
Along with the troubles that bore them.
and even the cat is silent.
Get up, the blue tiled bathroom waits, the cat purrs to life, goes into follow mode, and comes along. A curious cat, looks over the edge of the ceramic bowl, fascinated by the swirling water.
The cat follows, and then leads the way to the kitchen. The human does not go into the kitchen, but into the bedroom. The cat exclaims, mee OW! and follows.
Turn about, follow the cat over the loose stone plate (needs fixin) into the kitchen. Food for the cat, cat happy,eats happy.
Grind the coffee beans and fill the percolatar. Small joys on sundays. Turn the gas on and let it work.
And turn on the machine to read the days news.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Joy is in the heart of the listener.
Old quotes for new emotions.
The sound of hysterical laughter drifts down the street from outside, shattering the peace this morning.
Make a plan to get up and go to the bakers, to fetch fresh rolls for the morning.
It is late now.
Along with the troubles that bore them.
and even the cat is silent.
Get up, the blue tiled bathroom waits, the cat purrs to life, goes into follow mode, and comes along. A curious cat, looks over the edge of the ceramic bowl, fascinated by the swirling water.
The cat follows, and then leads the way to the kitchen. The human does not go into the kitchen, but into the bedroom. The cat exclaims, mee OW! and follows.
Turn about, follow the cat over the loose stone plate (needs fixin) into the kitchen. Food for the cat, cat happy,eats happy.
Grind the coffee beans and fill the percolatar. Small joys on sundays. Turn the gas on and let it work.
And turn on the machine to read the days news.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Joy is in the heart of the listener.
Old quotes for new emotions.
The sound of hysterical laughter drifts down the street from outside, shattering the peace this morning.
Make a plan to get up and go to the bakers, to fetch fresh rolls for the morning.
It is late now.
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