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There are three bells, and that means that it is three quarters of the full hour. And the cat is scratching something, probably furniture. There is a bird outside, singing in the dark. The wife is snoring loudly.

A hissing noise seemingly located in the back of the personal skull, to the right is complemented by a pain in the left temple of the same skull. Listen to all the other sounds, clocks ticking and things creaking. It is too early to get up, what for? Think of all the errors made in the past, and think that there is no point even considering them. They are past and done. But they will not go away. It is the curse that memory leaves us with, that missed opportunities and wrong decisions remain as ghosts of events that nobody else cares about. Why a conscience as soon as consciousness starts the morning ritual?

There are four tinkly bells sounding in the distance. That is the signal for the full hour, followed by four bells in a slightly lower tone, it is five o'clock. Get out of bed, avoid the barely visible obstacles on the floor and go into the kitchen, followed by the cat. The cat enthusiastically rubs her head against the human legs, she considers that this is all because of her and that this is snack time. Give her a few bits of food.

Make a mess of breakfast by putting the eggs into the water before it has boiled. It is impossible to time them properly now, as a result they are overdone and hard. The toast is not burnt. 

Eat breakfast and let the two bells for the half hour sound. It is half past four in the morning now. There are more birds singing outside, and it is getting lighter. With the writing of these notes the vaguely suicidal thoughts of the early morning dissipate. And that is all that this is really good for