The many little lights hung up in the yard are shining, more than ten of them. They are powered by small accumulators that have been charged from their tiny solar cells all yesterday.
It is five in the morning, the alarm has just sounded, unnecessarily because of the holidays.
The light from the little lamps with their cracked glass surrounds falls on the concrete ground of the yard, making patterns, the leaves of the shrubs and trees casting their own patterns. There are yellow lights and cooler blueish ones, they are almost all still shining. Yesterday was a sunny day.
Turn to the computer, read the news. The big old american is refusing to call terrorists by their name, for they support him, and he needs all the support he can get. That is their nightmare. The British appear to have lost their common sense, believing the strangest tales of riches over the horizon, at the end of the rainbow.
It is five, why not take the pills the doctor ordered. Blood pressure, heart fluttering, or something. Well, half of one, a small pink thing, and one of the other, the little capsule.
Well, so take them. Doctor's orders.
Then, off into the kitchen, make a cup of coffee on the espresso machine, a slice of toast in the toaster.
Sit down, read more news
Then suddensly, all goes dark, the balance goes, the eyes close.
get up, stagger to bed.
lie
down
Awake at nine, frightened.
Try the blood pressure meter
Way too high
that cannot be.
read the instructions.
try again
different value
still too high
This is silly, it was a cheap machine.
So try again
the wife complains over the buzzing noise.
leave it.
Feel better now anyway.
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