forget to turn of the five in the morning alarm call on the tablet. And the sound weaves it's way into the dreams untill the truth of the matter comes to the ears and the eyes find the stop button on the screen for the finger to touch.
Silence.
The bronchitis has quietened a bit, it is possible to take a deep breath without coughing. That is good.
And just go back to sleep, there is no urgency to wake up. It is Whit Monday, fifty days after Easter.
There is no work today, it is verboten to make noise. And the town is silent.
Later, it is half past six, the light from the window, and the loud purring of the cat, sounding like a small speedy snore. She is happy for some reason.
The first drink of the day, made. A cup of coffee, same as yesterday. The taste both bitter and acidic.
Read the news, claims and statements that sound more like wishful thinking than fact. The British bulldog is smashing delicate structures, and the old American is behaving like a muscle-bound vandal. And all this to remain in power, eager to please those that they hope will vote for their structures.
The biggest enemies of democracy are those who do not vote, those apathetic ones, those that say their laziness is a policy, their indecision a plan that will change things. It will do no such thing.
The son's grating alarm clock sounds,
Like father, like son.
He need not get up either.
He turns up in the living room, sleep still in his face. He says something indistinct, lies down on the couch, and falls asleep.
Decide to have another cup of coffee, and let us get on with the day.
The son expresses his desire to go into the café.
O refeitorio
Silence.
The bronchitis has quietened a bit, it is possible to take a deep breath without coughing. That is good.
And just go back to sleep, there is no urgency to wake up. It is Whit Monday, fifty days after Easter.
There is no work today, it is verboten to make noise. And the town is silent.
Later, it is half past six, the light from the window, and the loud purring of the cat, sounding like a small speedy snore. She is happy for some reason.
The first drink of the day, made. A cup of coffee, same as yesterday. The taste both bitter and acidic.
Read the news, claims and statements that sound more like wishful thinking than fact. The British bulldog is smashing delicate structures, and the old American is behaving like a muscle-bound vandal. And all this to remain in power, eager to please those that they hope will vote for their structures.
The biggest enemies of democracy are those who do not vote, those apathetic ones, those that say their laziness is a policy, their indecision a plan that will change things. It will do no such thing.
The son's grating alarm clock sounds,
Like father, like son.
He need not get up either.
He turns up in the living room, sleep still in his face. He says something indistinct, lies down on the couch, and falls asleep.
Decide to have another cup of coffee, and let us get on with the day.
The son expresses his desire to go into the café.
O refeitorio
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