That stupid sound of my mobile waking me up! I'll have to change it. I will. Definitely. One day! Another eight minutes to go before I get up. But even before that, I drag myself into the kitchen and put the kettle on. Back to bed. Was I up? I lose my -
That stupid sound, again. I used to have such an inspriring alarm, the sound of a rivulet, singing birds, a barking dog. But I wrecked that phone. I drowned it in my morning coffee one freezy winter day. That was the time when I needed a hot bath to get by. I put the mobile on a chair next to the sink and the bath tub (my bathroom is a little small, yes), my cup of coffee right next to it. And then I relaxed. What a shame not everyone knew that I was relaxing, so that no one would have called. But someone did. I never got to know who, though. Because when I tried to grab the ringing mobile, I knocked over the cup and the coffee landed in a bucket underneath the sink. So did my mobile.
Well I have to get up now. The water's hot! While I pour myself a little instant coffee, organic, of course, I listen carefully to the birds in the backyard. Any news?
Great coffee! I really enjoy having it. This and a nice shower in a summer breeze. There is nothing I detest more than a freezing bathroom. That is why I can agree to summer. Definitely not because of the heat. A warm bathroom and a hot bath in winter. No heating required in summer. Specialties.
After the shower, still wrapped in a massive towel, I walk into the living room with a plate of fruits. This is a foolish attempt to persuade myself to eat healthier stuff. It's never gonna work. Around ten I will be longing for some dark bread (not that stuff the Anglo-Saxons call bread) with cream cheese, or toast with marmelade and salty butter underneath. Or even sausage.
The first phone call that kills my private little morning peace comes in about five minutes later, when I am just about to shovel the last slice of cut banana into my mouth. The world is reaching out to me. Great Scott. That was bound to happen.