It´s dawn.
Or rather, morning.
Monday Morning.
And I just came home.

Right now I´m happy. I like the Mondays of even weeks.
They mean going home to me. They are the very face of
going
home.
And that´s a nice feeling. A cosy one.
Leaving Musk Island at 8:05 a.m., it takes me two hours to
reach my door.
On my way I see people on their way, to their employment.
To their business, to their enterprise. To do their stuff.

They look at me in my uniform.
I look at them in theirs.

I´m tired when I get home. I usually go straight to bed,
but today I felt like watching a movie instead. I had The
Big Blue in mind. Jean Reno.
But my friend LenaMaria gave me (without knowing it) a
better idea. I watched a series of programmes (Swedish) I
recorded from TV last year.
It´s called Glappet, and I really like it.

I like the entire scene:
coming home on a Monday morning
(that´s important, the
Monday Morning I mean. It makes you feel you´re at the
beginning. You have your time and you can take your time.
You kind of sit there all cuddled up in the middle of time
instead of having to grope, fumble for and clutch at it,
throwing yourself after it as it passes you by, leaving only
the renowned cloud of dust to choke you.),
being comfortably tired, and seeing my room again.
My room goes in orange every morning, as my roller blind
is bright red. I like that.
To settle down in the couch (the couch I miss all the time
when I´m gone) with a blanket.
Being warm, and seeing something that inspires you.
Something that makes you want to live.

That is now.
And now,
I´m going to bed.

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