cocoon

the cat is in front of the wardrobe, expressing concern with it's body and it's voice, walking back and forth in front of the closed doors. Then it looks over, the facial expression masked by fur, there is no way to tell whether or not there is an expression under the fur at all. Do cats have facial expressions? Do men with beards and sunglasses have expressions?

this is silly.

The cat is obviously concerned. Call her name, she looks over, comes over, rubs her head against the legs, the proffered hand, arches her back as the hand strokes over it.
Then she goes into the kitchen, she would like to have food.
Ok.
The only food is from an opened tin, in the fridge overnight, ripe.
The cat would have an expression of disgust now.
Like a beardless human. Maybe the expression is just not legible, but there.
The cat turns away, into the sitting room. She has given that up.

The sound from the streets outside, late night revellers roaring and shouting in the early morning. They are the kings of the world, inside their chemical cocoon, alcohol insulated, untouchable.

The sons alarm sounds, a buzz from an old electric radio
go in, and ask the sleeping boy to turn off the sound.
He has a high bed, a wooden construction under the cieling.
He comes down the ladder touches a hidden button on the clock.
Wish him a happy birthday.
He turns around and gives his father a hug, he is almost as tall as his father now
Fourteen years.