TEDIOUS AND TERRIBLE
I watched another sunrise, with
my eyes closed - a tedious and
terrible task. Sitting back in an
old, cranky, chair, with my face
being washed by the damp morning
air. It seemed as cold as ice, though
it was actually very nice. A few
million morning birds made their
usual chatter, so it seemed.
Nothing was the matter.
Then I remembered the place and
the task, and the problems, at last.
Once again I awoke to the matters:
tedious and terrible things. Leaving
too much, as it were, in tatters.