monday. i started the day at 5.30, in newcastle. quiet darkness, cold tiles and the click and hum of the kitchen light. i shower, i eat toast, i tiptoe out the door. i like this time of day. i like empty streets and people in cafes preparing to start the day. moving slowly, with sleep not long gone.
it's after 4 and i'm tired already. reading and writing since 6.30am. am i getting somewhere? i think so. but very slowly. and i doubt i'll have my 5000 words ready by the time i leave uni.
my nose keeps running. another cold; another obstacle; another reason to sleep. but noone to snuggle with for another 5 days. i want more of that.
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