crazyhay

Weekday morning and the house is a buzz of noise outside my door. It is six O'clock yet the sun is already shining brightly through the gap in the curtains. I lie; half asleep and curled up like a cat, looking over the still, shadowy mess of stuff which makes up my space. Music suddenly bursts into my ears and changes the atmosphere. I give a moan and pretend it's not morning but at least I am home where five more minutes can seem like an hour.