Spaceship

Sunday Reflection Suspended in the bedroom, and utter dimness my wristwatch is a night sky that has got twelve glowing stars, the hands are the milky-way showing twenty five minutes to six. it is Sunday time is slower to day normally, had it been a Monday it would have been half past eight. I hear the old man in the flat above mine getting up he often do that in the night, must be the ine, oni ce he got up five times in one night, so why should I bother about his incontinence. I met him in the lift once he is thin and has the disturbed look of one whose only companion is death´s shadow, and he ignored my cheerful…Good Morning! Mind, it was a gloomy morning nothing to be jubilant about, the awkward silence in a lift bothers me and I must restrain myself not telling a joke or singing loudly as it is my only chance to have a captive audience. I stand by the window it is still dark, but the petrol station By the corner, is lit up, or perhaps it is a spaceship that has landed to take the old man home.