LATER

awoken early today by the groaning sound of an untuned radio alarm. Hear it for some ten seconds, th
en hear the son struggle to find the button to turn it off.
And some minutes later hear the same performance again.
It is still dark, there is only the dimmest city light coming in through the window. Grey and sad.
It is raining outside.

The cat complains from the door to the bedroom, it wants to get out.

Get up and let it out.
Gone.
Silence.

The sky is lightening outside, dawn is on its way, dawn light heralding a grey wet day.

There is the sound of a klaxon from the son's mobile 'phone. Hear him struggle to turn it off.
Go into his room, he is in his high bunk bed, Shake his foot, ask him if he would like to get up and go to the café. His answer is a groan, an assent, and the request- LATER.

The weekend will consist of tasks pushed on, pushed ahead, deferred,
Tiredness is an excuse.