Awake, find the alarm clock beeping at the bedside slowly, the legs out of the bed . vertical now. Shower, brush the teeth. It is five in the morning, all is ready for work again. The cat enters the bedroom, she is licking her lips with her long tongue. One might say that she is licking her face. Go down the steps to the alley, no-first the passageway, then the alley.
Town is deserted, it is half past five, and it is deservedly deserted.
Nobody should be up at this hour. Everything lit by those sodium lamps, reduced spectrum as some people like to call it.
So dim in the street, miss the lit shop that used to house the discount bakery. A notice says that some furnishing shop will move in there soon.
At the bus stop, there are the usual three people waiting, good morning to all. Dolores seems to suffer from the cold even though it is not as extreme today as expected. There are still a few heaps of icy snow lying about at the roadside, but by and large it has all gone.
Railway station after the bus ride. It is all much the same. There is smoker, short sleeved and long haired, now an older man, but cheerful as always. The cafe is full, as usual, with people in a hurry to get to work, and the passengers and the trains in the station come and go.
The cold infection last week hes not
left, yet get things to return to a working rhythm.
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