I step back over the obstacle course on the floor, looking at the cereal bowl, and then sit back down in my armchair, the pained agonising creak of ageing Ikea furniture, screaming out as my weight flops down. The screaming fades as I rock back and forth slightly, just a little longer than inertia requires.
Leaning over the side of the armrest to find the remote control on the floor, to turn off the television, and to sit in silence. Watching the trees outside bend slowly in the wind, and the white clouds rolling by behind the roof of the old white Nehemiah church in the distance which, as I've already told you, will soon become luxury flats.
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