Edmundforte

I must change, change my mood or change my mind. Mutter, muttering to myself, "Come on get up, and get out of here. Up I got and threw some water on my face and wandered out into the midmorning heat. My day was well begun. Tottering, as my feet hit the rough road and every which way splayed like a drunk, a drunk with sleep in my eyes, which still dulls my head and my thoughts. The heat, reflecting off the peeling whitewashed walls washes onto my face, and dozies me further still into my lovely lethargy.