sleep, the repair time, the time the bodies elves come out and fix the things come adrift during the days stress, that tidy the minds stores, clean up the left overs, sort the breakages, allow the bodies ailments to take a path towards healing. The time panic is calmed, and fear and anger give way to reason.
sleep broken, leave the shitty musings, it is nine in the morning, still the throat sore, but the mind can sort the priorities and arrange it's needs.
Get up, find the clothes for warmth, winter cold is everywhere, even in the heated rooms.
Start to clean the rooms, the kitchen, sort the pots into the dishwasher. It was all left in a sordid heap last night, last night barely conscious on the return from work, a visit to the piano teacher's with the son, listen to the other children. Then home, and supper, and then to bed, the dizziness and fear giving way to the cool smooth sheets and their gradually increasing warmth and that welcome oblivion, past the door held open by Morpheus.
And now that is kaputt.
Quebrado.
As said earlier, broken.
Coffee maker, coffee made, son is up, computer, drink.
And now the wife is up, gets a fresh cup. She starts to command the son loudly, he should tidy up and get on with his work.
Then she retires.
The son gets on with what he is doing.
The cat remains silent, then runs to the kitchen.
For some reason she thinks that there may be food there.
sleep broken, leave the shitty musings, it is nine in the morning, still the throat sore, but the mind can sort the priorities and arrange it's needs.
Get up, find the clothes for warmth, winter cold is everywhere, even in the heated rooms.
Start to clean the rooms, the kitchen, sort the pots into the dishwasher. It was all left in a sordid heap last night, last night barely conscious on the return from work, a visit to the piano teacher's with the son, listen to the other children. Then home, and supper, and then to bed, the dizziness and fear giving way to the cool smooth sheets and their gradually increasing warmth and that welcome oblivion, past the door held open by Morpheus.
And now that is kaputt.
Quebrado.
As said earlier, broken.
Coffee maker, coffee made, son is up, computer, drink.
And now the wife is up, gets a fresh cup. She starts to command the son loudly, he should tidy up and get on with his work.
Then she retires.
The son gets on with what he is doing.
The cat remains silent, then runs to the kitchen.
For some reason she thinks that there may be food there.
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