Monday 21 April 2008
This morning was one of those weird mornings when conscious thought wrests my mind from a comfortable dream. I'm are aware of myself trying very hard not to enter the world of the living but my consciousness, like a predatory March fly, continues to throw annoying realities into my head. A door slams somewhere in the distance. Birds landing on the awning, their claws crackle, scratch and make metallic, guttering, rat-a-tats. Rolling over, stuffing pillow quietness around my ears, I begin to notice a filtered light vaguely seeping through my eyelids. Crap. I'm awake.