later

The sound of the doorbell sounds through sleep, unsure as to whether this was a dream or not.
No, it was the doorbell, early in the morning, at eight.
Maybe the postman.
So get up, put on the plastic shoes, go down the stairs to the front door.
Undo the electrical lock and pull the heavy lever to one side.
There is the son in his yellow jacket, standing in the wet snow, He has forgotten his keys whilst out on a morning walk.
It is as simple as that.
He offers a bag of pommes frites from Macdonalds, take one, but it is now cold and greasy.
He has been out and about whilst his parents were asleep.

So up the stairs again, rest a while longer.


To take a shower and shave later, to take a walk later.