first to be up, first awake, a calm and quiet morning, a warm bed.
the hissing of the son's alarm clock, he forgot to turn it off yesterday and sleeps on through the horrible noise. Lazy for a while, then get up, it is too much.
It has destroyed the peace,
Turn it off.
Go back to bed, sleep
Five minutes and the stupid clock sounds again, that was the snooze button, go back into his room again.
Enraged. He gets up and turns it off. It is really too bad.
And off to the kitchen, a morning early cup of coffee, take it to the bedroom, drink it up, get dressed.
The mothers drawing on the wall, a slim neck of graphite holding up a circle, a triangle below. Thousands of small pencil strokes. It had been the property of a famous musician, he willed his four drawings to her sons.
Therefore one landed here. She herself would be an old lady of near ninety now, had she survived all of those other pitfalls that life would probably have presented.
Resolve to make another cup,despite the cold and the sore throat.
it is easy, a Sunday morning.
the hissing of the son's alarm clock, he forgot to turn it off yesterday and sleeps on through the horrible noise. Lazy for a while, then get up, it is too much.
It has destroyed the peace,
Turn it off.
Go back to bed, sleep
Five minutes and the stupid clock sounds again, that was the snooze button, go back into his room again.
Enraged. He gets up and turns it off. It is really too bad.
And off to the kitchen, a morning early cup of coffee, take it to the bedroom, drink it up, get dressed.
Write these notes in the sitting room
Therefore one landed here. She herself would be an old lady of near ninety now, had she survived all of those other pitfalls that life would probably have presented.
Resolve to make another cup,despite the cold and the sore throat.
it is easy, a Sunday morning.
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