I just woke up, and it’s way too early for me to be running around doing stuff. I’m still dead tired, I don’t know what it is exactly, but I think I’m getting old. My back is killing me, like I’ve been sleeping on a slab of concrete in some damp little alleyway.
I want to go back to bed, but not my own bed, a real bed, a decent bed, a bed that you can drown in.