Black clothing weather

The son's alarm clock sounds, the alarm clock in the tablet never sounded.
The son comes into the bedroom and says that it is half past seven, he is surprised to see his father still in bed.
The alarm clock failed.
wake up, sit up, stand up.
Go to the wardrobe, search for a shirt.
Put on an undershirt.
Put on the found shirt.
Finish putting on underwear with the socks.
Black socks.

And then black trousers.
And black shoes.

The son comes in with a cup of coffee.
Thank you.

Sit down at the desk.
Look at the tablet.
There is a picture of a red based battery.
The cable for recharging was not connected.
That is why the alarm did not work.

Go to the kitchen, make another cup of coffee.
Drink that, take the pills, for the piss, for the heart.
And leave the house in the dawning day, later than usual.
There are young people everywhere, heading for school, walking through the streets, the alleys, all in black winter clothes.

It is almost sinister.
Pass the cafe, go down the small alley, and pass the Christmas market.

Free the car's windscreen of the coating of frost, and drive.

Late to work, but what matter, there is so much overtime on the clock.