pure agony.

silence as the still, cold sunlight pours in + stillness holds the flat + tiptoe-ing across the halls, and into the kitchen to get sustenance.

Trying to cram words and ideas (as i always do)/when bed and warmth beckons.

guilt can get to you in funny ways + process of dragging me out of bed repeats again.

then alarms go off in the different rooms, not at once, but peppered over a few hours.

snooze, sleep, snooze. our favourite button.

then guilt starts to act again + the shuffling about begins.

good morning flat 6!