I’ve forgotten what that word means. I’ve forgotten how it feels to see the cuckoo hopping four times out of the beaten clock, light streaming from the backdrop.
iTunes U getting downloaded in the iPad.
An empty plate with bread crumbs and remnants of a Belgian chocoshot.
Two books, S and Game of Thrones not far away from my pillow.
My phone, careless strewn around, in a cheap and colourful plastic case.
My eyes, alert rather than dazed, the early morning hours feeling like a continuation of the previous night.