6.15am.
Again.
Driving
on the boring road as I call her. And
after that on the stupid road and then the slow road. Before I get to the house
trying to be as silent as possible, not to wake her up just yet; before it is
her turn to clamber in the hamster wheel.
Again
and again and again.
I
change the radio stations. There is nothing worse than the good humoured radio
presenter who is so funny and so awake so early in the morning. The mind can
play tricks on you after a long night but it would be so nice, so different, so
life-altering if she would be really pregnant. It can’t be or can it?
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