wait and then late

It is dark outside, the window barely lightening, it is five thirty in the morning.
It is way too early.
Still, there is no sleep just in the bed, get up and read. There is no news yet, just from America, the reality show of death at this time.
Yet there is no sleep, and things are getting light outside. The alarm sounds beside the bed, turn it off, tap the screen on the pad. The music stops.

Go to the bathroom, take a towel out of the wardrobe on the way. Start the water for the shower, it is hot quickly. Wash the hair, the hair that is getting longer at great speed, and wash the body, try to wash the lack of sleep away.
This does not work, for once having returned to the bedroom and sat down, resolving to wait and read for an hour, sleep strikes.
Go back to bed, lie down dressed, cover with a duvet.


One hour later, awake.
There is still another two hours untill the appointment.
The wife is asleep,
Make a cup of coffee, check the documents.
Make another cup of coffee.
Read a novel on the electronic pad.
Make another cup, this is silly, will not sleep for a week.

Waken the wife.
Opprobrium, she wishes to have been woken earlier.
To bad, there is no reading thoughts.

But still, there is another half an hour until the appointment
And the man from the credit union will be late anyhow.