At the table, the night clothes covered in a dressing gown, for warmth.
There is an empty cup of coffee on the table, along with two empty bottles of water, and a water glass. The coffee is today's, the two empty bottles, the half full glass of water, the scissors, the corner of some milk typ carton that had held apple sauce.
There is also a pencil sharpener, an electronic calculator, a rubber pencil mark eraser and a geometry aid, a triangular ruler.
A pliers and a salt shaker too.
It would be nice if things were not just left lying around, carelessly.
But the table is the only tidy surface in the room
Everything else is covered with the leavings of the son and the wife.
This is a type of loneliness, they are both in bed asleep, despite their good intentions to be up early
pick up the cup and the computer and return to the bedroom to get some day clothes on.
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