The walls dance in snakey lines as I wake in a delerious fog. A dull bang as the coffee grounds are expelled from the steel head of an espresso machine. Distant drilling and a breeze stroking my fringe from the high window.
Cold cup of tea on the bedside table; tastes of milk without the refreshing blast of bitter that boiling teases out. My limbs shed the duvet; it feels heavier than it should. I rise like nosferatu: the undead!
Opening the door to the living room is like Close Encounters - Crouch End blinds me with aggressive UV from the window. I skulk to the kitchen in search of a beverage.
I push back the stiff lid from my laptop and place a solid digit on the power button. It glows technology-blue.
My eyeballs are assaulted by backlit text as the kettle clicks a salute.
Cold cup of tea on the bedside table; tastes of milk without the refreshing blast of bitter that boiling teases out. My limbs shed the duvet; it feels heavier than it should. I rise like nosferatu: the undead!
Opening the door to the living room is like Close Encounters - Crouch End blinds me with aggressive UV from the window. I skulk to the kitchen in search of a beverage.
I push back the stiff lid from my laptop and place a solid digit on the power button. It glows technology-blue.
My eyeballs are assaulted by backlit text as the kettle clicks a salute.
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