Awaken to the dim light , the grey light, the light outlining the bedroom window. The white paint on the wooden frame, the view of the glass enclosing the balcony on the other side of the yard.
Wonder: Why is it so bright outside, and there is the son's voice already exclaiming that he has overslept. Hear the sound of morning hurry, quiet, concentrated, unusual. The son is in stress now, and he does not dawdle today as he usually does.
Because it is monday, find a pair of clean fresh trousers in the wardrobe after a short search. Put these and a fresh pair of underpants onto the mostly still sleeping body,
resolve to make a morning coffee to start the day. As the coffee grinds in the noisy little machine the son leaves on his mad rush to school, to be on time for his first lesson. It is early, he will make it, school will not be the worse or the better for it.
In a fit of feline zeal the cat Miriam is trying to recover something from underneath the refrigerator. She is lying on her side trying to reach whatever the item is with her front paws. At times she almost seems to be standing on her head in her attempts to bring her eyes into close proximity with the floor in order to see under the refrigerator.
In time, she gives this sport up
And as the coffee is made, a of slice of bread buttered, this text begun, the day has commenced its run. And things being the way that they are, it will trickle on until evening, with only half at the things planned finally done.
Resolve to do the bit of office work due before the day goes further, listen to the peace and quiet, the ticking of docks marking the passage of time.
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