It was dark when the alarm went off, but not cold. I'd been dreaming - those violent images and actions blurring into an ill-edited montage of mayhem and blood. I wasn't glad to hear that alarm and fumbled for the 'reprieve' button. Could I ignore it? No. Monday. Of course. It is starting to feel like it is always Monday.
I make the decisions in this house. Work happens. The rituals of commuting are ingrained and now unquestioned. The reward is a coffee at the desk after log-in and then what? Then we do what is needful until release.
Release. Repeat. Monday again.
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