A friendly glow from the window after a night with a nose unable to allow the passage of the air needed for life. Not really, not properly.
Winter infections, influenza, gripe, apnea
But it is a lovely day outside.
And it is saturday.
Alone and at peace in a room with two pianos, a writing desk, a card players table, a dining room table, a television and a couch. Six chairs and a piano stooll, two sewing machines and two small tables. It is a big room with two windows and paintings and drawings on the walls.
And it is untidy, the son has a way of allowing his belongings to occupy every free space.
The house on the other side of the alley has been painted yellow, so the light from the windows is yellow also.
But the head is filled with dense matter and the eyes are strained.
The mind is slow, all of the senses are groping through a dense veil
again
It is too much sometimes
Winter infections, influenza, gripe, apnea
But it is a lovely day outside.
And it is saturday.
Alone and at peace in a room with two pianos, a writing desk, a card players table, a dining room table, a television and a couch. Six chairs and a piano stooll, two sewing machines and two small tables. It is a big room with two windows and paintings and drawings on the walls.
And it is untidy, the son has a way of allowing his belongings to occupy every free space.
The house on the other side of the alley has been painted yellow, so the light from the windows is yellow also.
But the head is filled with dense matter and the eyes are strained.
The mind is slow, all of the senses are groping through a dense veil
again
It is too much sometimes
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