insane

alone at the table in the sitting room in the morning
waiting for the family to get up, to awaken.
It is past nine now. the second cup of coffee taken.
this is not going anywhere.
why bother ( a question mark)
Why on earth?

The cat is on the bed in the bedroom too.

But the son and his father cleaned up the living room yesterday.
a bit.
The son does not understand why.
But he helped anyhow.

And today, a day off, no going to work for the father
and up later in the morning than is usual.
and the others just sleep on

something is wrong, a day off is frightening now
not pleasurable, as it should be.

There is personal insanity in the air again, it is becoming necessary to fix the mind to reality.
At least, to make the attempt to remain on the floor.
Perhaps it needs to be polished again.