good start

the sound from the tablet, the tablet is beside the bed today. Press the button on the screen, turn it off before the fourth note has sounded.
There is no need to get up at five in the morning, today is the day with the sore throat, and it is warm in bed. And the employer knows about the problems.

Darkness is so good for the eyes.

There is the sound of the coffee grinder outside, that must be the son getting up for school, making coffee in the morning.
Put on clothes in a hurry, and get up, do not want to leave him alone. The idea of it, the fifteen year old son with two lazy parents.

Go out to the kitchen, trousers and shirt, no socks on the bare feet.
Stand at the counter, look at the coffee grinder, parts scattered about.
find the lid, the grounds receptable, the coffee beans, assembly.
Then the son comes over with a full cup, offers
Say that it is his, he says it is "for you".
That is fantastic, settle down, he is making another.

Scratching the grounds out of the machine's sieve,
and filling it again.
Stay out of the way of all the activity.

In the sitting room, sit there with the cup of coffee on the table,
sip
The son comes in, finds his things for school
He searches for his compass,
the one for drawing circles in maths.
and it is hard to find.
Off to the bedroom, ask his mother
she comes out, the thing is still not to be found.
There is chaos in every corner of the room, piles of paper, things left lying about.
No idea of where things should be.

Go away, make another drink
this is silly
this mess is not asked for
everyone blames everyone else
try to blame nobody. Poor Nobody!
try to clear up piles of scattered pages and magazines into orderly heaps.
try to clear the clogged up surfaces.
the things look better now.
But the lost compass turns up in the schoolbag
where it was all along and where it should be.
It had just been forgotten

Oh help