Darkness falls off the sky like a silk veil off a pale blue table
A screen door opens
So does a mouth
There´s coughing
A mutter and a swig of coffee
Light creeps into the Windows
God´s hands indeed
Itchy neighbour back to bed
A sigh and a mumble
a screen door fumble
Wrong side of bed
pillow crease lines on the face
Mouth wants taste and to stop the yawn
Hello itchy neighbour, good morning
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