A shower to wash the day away; hot water, citrusy soap and some sort of purple lavender smelling unguent.
Sitting in the big padded chair now, watching ice crystals melt on another bottle of drinkable disinfectant fresh from the fridge.
Boot the computer to see what alchemy can be distilled from the ether before the sun returns and the world wakes once more.
Cool night air tiptoes in through the open windows, like a kitten stalking a bug.
A choir of crickets sings praises to their gods; for the rain, for the moon, for the night.
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