Four Months Ago:
Neo taking on dozens of Agent Smiths. The music grows louder. A hand moves silently groping through the darkness. Finds the cell phone which disturbed the slumber of the body that the hand belongs to. Burly Brawl at its loudest now. Eyes forced open. Squinting into the cell phone screen. 0600 hrs. Nah! Thought the head behind the eyes. I need more sleep. I must have been out of my mind thinking I could go running this early. I’m not a morning person. I’ll exercise tomorrow. I mean it’s… The thought never finishes. The body is back in suspended animation.
Two Months Ago:
Neo taking on dozens…Doesn’t finish. Alarm’s off; I’m up. It’s 0500 hrs. Stumble into the kitchen and start making tea. Waking up without complaining is one thing. Asking me not to have tea is something else. Have my tea and finish the morning chores. Slip into tracks, shoes and ankle weights and I’m downstairs. (To be contd.)
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