jingle music

Monday, 18th March 2019

The jingle from the computer tablet pierces the dreams, ends the state of sleepiness and sleep. Fumble in the dark, trying to find the device on the table. Turn on the small lamp, there it is, remove the plastic flap, and touch the button on the now-glowing screen.

The jingle music stops.

Go to the bathroom, turn on the hot water for the shower, let it run until it is warm. Use the bar of soap bought on Saturday. It is different from the liquid soap from the dispenser, it seems to be not as slippery. Brush the teeth, return to the bedroom.

The cat is there, she starts to lick the leather of a pair of shoes beside the bed. She does that often in the morning, perhaps there is salt from the streets on them.  Later, sit down, the cat lies down on the knees, depositing tawny cat hairs there. she stays there until suddenly, without any visible warning, she scratches the hand that is stroking her, and tries to bite.

Push her to the floor, there is no need for bloody hands early in the morning.

gather up all the items needed for the day.

Leave the house.
The alley is cold and dry.
It is dark.
Head down, stride to the bus stop.
Church, town gate, there is a man feeding pigeons.

There is Dolores in the bus shelter, looking old and tired.

There comes the taxi driver, today with a straggly tacky beard.


the bus driver accelerates, a drag race maybe, hang on to the pillars in the carriage, fight the G-forces, find a place to sit.
Stress in the morning
Look forward to the first coffee at the station café.

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