At five in the morning the weather is hot and stuffy, the sky is free of clouds and it threatens to be another hot day in this summer that has barely started. Traditionally, the hot weather is yet to come. It is hard to imagine the days getting warmer still. The bed on the floor is softer because the heat prohibits the use of the duvet as a cover and lets it augment the thin foam mattress.
The mess in the kitchen could be worse today, but why care too much? Things cannot go on this way, and they will come to an end whichever the way that they will have done so. There is no way to precisely tell the future, no way at all. Breakfast is made and everything tastes well after it has been taken up to the quite refuge at the top of the house.
This is not writing, it is just short notes to express feelings and things encountered in the early hours of the day.
that's all
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