this will be the third cup this Sunday, at six to eight in the morning
the son is long up, he is looking at the computer, he has set up the coffee machine
The sun is up somewhere low down in a blue sky decorated with the contrails of the aircraft flying to and from Munich international airport
The son is sad that the wife will not wake up and say thank you for the coffee that he has brought.
Get up to make the third cup, go to the bathroom.
Return to the desk in the corner of the bedroom with the large white cup three quarters full of brown foamy liquid
Laptop on the knees, writing dirctly online.
The wife snores a bit,
the son coughs as he is in front of the computer
he is doing school homework, there are so many ways to do homework now
Maths, physics, Latin, things people have to know, things that will be useful.
There is a small pain now in the top left of the chest, and a warm pleasant feeling, contentment.
Coffee addiction maybe, who knows.
The son says that he wants to bake a cake
Sunday breakfast, good for him
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