the cat is in the window, looking out, Suddenly, she tenses, crouches, her eyes focus on a passing bird. Another bird flies past, other direction. The cat makes abrupt short mewing sounds, excitement. Her head moves wildly from side to side. The birds outside twitter, fly past. The cat maintains her self-control in the window, even though the tension in her legs suggest that she would like to leap out and catch one of these cheeky fly past birds. It is a long drop down, and she knows that.
It is silent in the flat, the son has gone visiting a friend. The wife is still asleep, she had a long night watching television. It is peaceful, there is just the noise from outside of the occasional car rumbling over the cobbled streets. And the cooing pigeons, the early morning pedestrians.
It is cooler, it is not cold, the moving air cools a bit more.
It is a sunday morning, easy.
Make a second cup of coffee, the brown bitter brew pleasant in the morning.
The sun comes out from behind some clouds, it lights the Portuguese wine bar opposite
A bell rings once, it is a quarter past eight.
It is silent in the flat, the son has gone visiting a friend. The wife is still asleep, she had a long night watching television. It is peaceful, there is just the noise from outside of the occasional car rumbling over the cobbled streets. And the cooing pigeons, the early morning pedestrians.
It is cooler, it is not cold, the moving air cools a bit more.
It is a sunday morning, easy.
Make a second cup of coffee, the brown bitter brew pleasant in the morning.
The sun comes out from behind some clouds, it lights the Portuguese wine bar opposite
A bell rings once, it is a quarter past eight.
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