3 Dark then OK

3 Dark.
 Up, bathroom There is a purring in the dark. A sound of cat, she can see, the humans can not-The shower cold, then hot. And a sore heavy head with bad loud hisses in one ear When washed and dressed for the day, sit and stroke the cat, now purring on the knees of it's human.

 Sits and purrs.

 Get up, put shoes on, and then, at half past, go out into the street.
They are entwining their continuous digging activities here, but not at this early hour. There are just silent street barriers painted in red and white, with large round beacons. The town is quite deserted, empty of people, quiet and dry. The perfume shop is still encased in hoardings, they must be rebuilding it completely inside. At the bus stop a car belonging to some social service, stops and Dolores runs over to talk to the driver. They seem to know each other. The bog cotton man arrives, and the other one who always talks to the bus driver.
Today, the bus arrives early, and needs to wait for some five minutes at the bus stop.
Today presents itself behind what is almost a curtain of nausea and tiredness It may have to do with those two glasses of wine last night, it may just have to do with an incomplete sleep experience.
Fall asleep on the bus, for a five minute snooze, and only wake up at the station, exit the bus last. The smoker with the hair in a pigtail is his usual breezy self, good morning, gutter magen. There is nothing good about it, but be polite anyway, so polite. Yuma's is its usual chaos. Take the coffee at the table opposite to the television and Hedgehog. Itspills out at of an ill-fitted lid. These notes now need to be written around the spots in the copy book.

The train arrives at the platform, groups of people are discussing the 'optimal'  way to board, where to stand so that the train stops exactly so that they only need to press the button to open a door. so that it stops with a door exactly there water they are standing, that they have predicted their perfect board. They can then take over the best of the available seating. This seems to be important to them.

 There are doors every twenty  metres. What difference does it make?

 Remember the man from Africa, singing along to the music on his headphones. In the cafe. Irritating at first, then ignorable, then Ok.