I’ve just woken up in some kind of dream world.
It has taken me decades, my lifetime, to do but I’ve woken in my ideal situation.

Allow me to explain. I’m sat in my bed, perfectly placed away from the towering wall, enjoying a slow breakfast. The bed, as does the whole flat, overlooks Regents Park in London, where today it is snowing quite profusely. From my perch, sat upright against a bank of pillows I can see the neat untidiness of our shared desk adorned with a carved wooden fist from socialist Cuba, bright light from outside hits its polished face dramatically, giving it the powerful feel it is famous for. In front of the desk is a large bay window, set with black curtains and knotted white sleeve curtains which I do not know the name of. Behind the window is the driving snow, and London. The trees are bare and frostbitten, cold rivers of drips flow trough their branches of exhausted silver birch and beech and drop on the playing children below. I reach to my side and there is a perfect coffee and breakfast. Beside that the book I am reading. Around the flat there are signs of our life. Mine and my girlfriends. Our desk, which I mentioned already, bears the weight of all her studies – a new laptop and a warm jumper. The chair sits in front of the desk askew slightly as if from a monochrome photograph, suggesting something. That this is a place to sit and think, that I the chair should be used to be sat upon. The natural light suggests the same. I try to do exactly that by observing the picture for you but I’m quite certain that the chair knows best. I’m a poor translator.

I’ve woken late but early enough to do something, explore London in the snow. Or rather go and watch Londoners in the falling snow. This is not snow if you are from Scotland. That doesn’t matter however as the sounds from the school below capture the mystique and excitement. The children won’t have seen snow before except on skiing holidays with Mama. They won’t have seen cattle except on their plates.
My laptop is sat neatly on my lap, it possesses the music which I will listen to expressly, the endevours of my late night last night where I sat and doodle creatively well into the night as my girlfriend, and partner, slept beside me. The two beers I’d drank earlier in the night possessing me of an energy I hadn’t expected. The slight shade of a hangover is enough to satisfy today, I’m glad I didn’t get drunk. Though I’m glad I had a drink as it serves as a reminder, allowing me to feel the tiredness I should be feeling after a week of droid labour. The driving snow continues and I’m glad I have to go out later and get up soon to clean and tidy, but for now I’m quite content, watching the snow, sitting upright in my bed, enjoying my breakfast.
And I’m rather looking forward to another day off tomorrow.