I went down to the kitchen and made a coffee.
Sitting on the settee I drank a coffee
and regarded the darkened world beyond the French windows.
It looks like the evening,
but in reverse,
so instead of the familiarity of the day slipping away,
the light increased.
Secretly and stealthily.
Unusually I spent most of the rest of the day sat on the sofa,
reading, watching endless reels on my phone.
Whilst I coughed and spluttered my way through the day.
It was rather unnerving to watch the light gradually recede again
as the day ended and night began. And that, my friend, was my day.
PS. Not all my story took part before the day began, but I am using the prompts to inspire not dictate…
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