toll

Went to bed late, then up early, rushed around town, said not many words and collapsed at midday.

Into bed, never cared, took the clothes off whilst asleep, fumbled the night clothes on out of habit and slept on until four, heard voices in the room next door.

Now it is six, the day is done, a full day of collapse, this is the first day of the rest of the weekend.

There had been plans to do things, but self-indulgence and sleep have their own importance and take their own toll.

Six, a day spent asleep, this should not happen to often.

The town outside is utterly silent.

And but for the ticks and clacks from the clocks, so is the flat.

No idea of what is going on.

And still tired.