At about half past three in the morning, I wake up with a jump. I know I won't
be able to go back to sleep, even if I try. It would result in a merry go round,
useless effort. So, better to be up. A splash of cold water on my face and chest,
there I go.
The water runs down where my beard used to be. The mirror returns my smile,
with such a complicity as only I understand. Chuckling, I enter the lab
carrying two tea cups in my hands. The stars are still there, the moon is not.
The day still sleeps. The lake is at its best playing its nocturnal music- ducks
playing their nocturnal games;
... and soon another duck dropped by, looking
for its duky lover, and, seeing it wasn't there, he duck and stroll away ...
I connect the phone. I connect to the world. The cafe, there I am. People
telling bits about themselves. I think grandma Martísima is younger than the rest
One cup of tea already gone, I sip from the other one. I open a shell to start
working in the background. Dawn is already here, bringing an embryo clipped
by the Mendips - those hills that surround us. I contemplate the morning light,
so early. And realise with relief that days are getting longer. At last.