Sometimes it is difficult to wake up. The alarm shouts at you that you have to make yourself ready and available for the outside world, while that other world in which you've spent the night and which at least for that minute makes so much more sense, still calls you, holds you. Still, has to be done so toothbrush, coffee, the small morning routines that you get trough more or less in auto-pilot; leave the house and immerse yourself in the grey and the drizzle, walk in theTube station in time to see the sign warning that there is a widespread signal failure in the system. This is going to be a fun day, then. And the world of sleep and dreams stops making sense and unravels as you walk along the platform but still calls you, pulls at you with such power.
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