There is no noise, no activity, nothing early in the morning on a Saturday. A small vase of flowers on the table, an empty bottle of beer and a bottle of water, the water bottle is only a third full.
There is no noise at seven, just the cat, rolling onto it's back and wanting attention.
At seven fifty seven the son comes out of his room, tells his father not to be sad.
The cat is on the window sill, purring, hoping for attention, hoping for food.
There will be none of that now.
The son has returned to his room, there is the sound of a computer starting, an apple gong.
and it is time to wake up properly, Saturday, a day of work. Use it.
There is no noise at seven, just the cat, rolling onto it's back and wanting attention.
At seven fifty seven the son comes out of his room, tells his father not to be sad.
The cat is on the window sill, purring, hoping for attention, hoping for food.
There will be none of that now.
The son has returned to his room, there is the sound of a computer starting, an apple gong.
and it is time to wake up properly, Saturday, a day of work. Use it.
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