The couch is a bit 'uncomfortable knocking on your hips. From the window a cold draft, 6 degrees maximum. I look at the phone, there is nothing.
I wake with a shiver through my shoulders, the duvet is too short and I chose my feet. The room is lit only by a light brown, dense. I open my book, I can read anything but the effort is on the eyes too large. I have to get up.
I put a striped sweater. Mine just switch on the light and see more. Arrival at the coffee machine without thinking too much, but I'm careful to prepare, 'because here everything is different. The coffee maker is plugged in, for Christ's sake.
now are too cute and I do not want to read. There are noises in the house. The others are still asleep.
put on her slippers, heat the foot relaxes me for a while '. Walking. I open the computer, read some 'news here and there. The weather damage Sunny Intervals on the BBC. I look outside and see only clouds. Obviously they are wrong range.
The coffee comes out and the machine sounds. Beep, beep, beep, for Christ's sake. Skald a bit 'of milk in a saucepan rusty, I spot a bit,' a little ', half and half. The cup to his lips and I fell, I follow with my eyes until it is almost on the ground.
I wake up again. This time for real.
There is light, the sofa is a bit 'uncomfortable but I'm not complaining; maximum of 6 degrees, but the duvet covers me well and I'm not cold. On the phone I have a messaggino. You.
All in all, life is not bad up here.
I just recently made me smile.
