sleep

The light from the window is grey from the occluded sky, all is dim peaceful and silent.

Saturday morning is like that, awake in the morning, all is well. Look at an absence of news but for news on the spread of the epidemic.

There were warnings, and for whatever reasons these were ignored. So it has happened.

The living room is dim, there is the grumbling sound of liquids flowing in the refrigerator. A very few passers-by outside. The cat had begged, had recieved, and now is silent. A small amount of sloppy food on it's plate, it tried for more, but more was not forthcoming.

The news, and the comments lead to thoughts that attempts are being made to change the future by altering the past. False accounting, present a bill, change the subject.

And that is all.

There are more sounds outside in the street. People are preparing a days excursion.

The neighbours have a well planned existence.

The flat is fantastic, the family is a lucky one. 

Still, they are sleeping.