Sometimes it seems as though this may just be an ordinary day as you fall out of the arms of whatever being your dreams had you wrapped up in an intimate embrace with, and your dream-fuddled mind wonders why you have woken up thinking about water buffaloes, as you stumble out into the day that has been up and about for hours before you've even begun to get ready to face up to it.
It is somewhat of a mystery, you decide, somewhere along that long journey between the bathroom and wakefulness, as to why the days need to start so early in the morning, especially before you are ready for them.
Then there is that great mystery of sleep in that the better you do it, the less of it there is to remember and the quicker it seems to be over.
And why the water-buffaloes?
And what were they doing in Tesco?
Especially as it is not really on their traditional migration routes across the Serengeti.
Then the day itself just sits there watching you as you do all those things you need to do in order to face it, and it knows that it has you beaten before you even stumble out of the door into its waiting arms.
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