the weak beginning of a weekend. Sick in bed so long yesterday, sleep intermittent in the night, strange dreams awakening. It is light eventually.
Closed eyelids see nothing, but they do. Random patterns, spots and tears. Suddenly, primitive trees, thousands on a slope, all in grey and dark grey- think of counting all those pinhead trees on a mountain. Dream. A horse and rider gallop through the trees, grey in grey. The trees are round, deciduous not pointy conifers.The horse gallops off to the left. And back to further dreams.
Later again, awaken. Take two pills, a capsule and a painkiller. To hell with addictions, those stories are fine, but they are surely for stronger painkillers only. The mind is not working at all well and the throat is sore. dor de garganta? the portuguese lessons have been resting for a week and ..... it shows.
Get up now, clothe, make coffee. The son is up already, playing minecraft, crafty young man. He should be doing homework. Not quite a teenager yet.
He comes into the kitchen, and - A morning hug. Bodily closeness is a nice thing, a thing to be valued.
Still, he should be doing his homework.
And get out of his night clothes, it is daytime.
It is a bright day outside, the painkiller is killing pain and things look better
Closed eyelids see nothing, but they do. Random patterns, spots and tears. Suddenly, primitive trees, thousands on a slope, all in grey and dark grey- think of counting all those pinhead trees on a mountain. Dream. A horse and rider gallop through the trees, grey in grey. The trees are round, deciduous not pointy conifers.The horse gallops off to the left. And back to further dreams.
Later again, awaken. Take two pills, a capsule and a painkiller. To hell with addictions, those stories are fine, but they are surely for stronger painkillers only. The mind is not working at all well and the throat is sore. dor de garganta? the portuguese lessons have been resting for a week and ..... it shows.
Get up now, clothe, make coffee. The son is up already, playing minecraft, crafty young man. He should be doing homework. Not quite a teenager yet.
He comes into the kitchen, and - A morning hug. Bodily closeness is a nice thing, a thing to be valued.
Still, he should be doing his homework.
And get out of his night clothes, it is daytime.
It is a bright day outside, the painkiller is killing pain and things look better
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