Hello dear February,
it’s 7.45 and I have been up since 6 am. Next to me at the café, a guy is eating a huge quantity of French toast, omelette and I wonder how this could be possible. I can hardly ship a cup of coffee at this time.
Other people also talk and they make sense at this time. My parents always impressed me in that sense.
I can hardly make any conversation.
But still, but still, I need to wake up my brain.
And continue my writing.
With something intelligible, that my wake up brain will still like a few hours later.