rumble

the details of wakening, the return to consciousness. The body and the mind gone for the past nine hours. No knowing what went on during that time. No idea.
What does a brain do when it is unconscious? A question others have asked, and there are probably many answers.

Get up, there is the sound of the diligent son's alarm clocks, summoning him from the land of nod to go to school. There he is, wandering about trying to find things, lost in the disorder that is his home.
The wife stays in bed, calling out the things that he is not to forget about in school, and to remember that he has to be at the school earlier today. He brings her a cup of coffee, to her bedside. She is not ill, she just likes to sleep in a bit.

He is searching for ink cartridges, he finds some in an old secretary that was bought some years ago. Not an antique, but over one hundred years old now. He packs his bags, drinks his coffee. He then leaves the house to be on his way to school.
Wander about the flat, gather all the used crockery that has accumulated since yesterday night.
Fill the dishwasher.

Then, a cup of coffee.
And write these notes.
relax for now, the towns weekday noises coming in through the window, people down in the street chatting, and the rumble of a passing car.
It rumbles because of the cobblestones in the street.