... the covers sail away from my body, towards the far away land of the floor by the door. Legs and arms work together, giving me balance and leverage to lift my half asleep body from the mattress that seems so far below. I'm flying, I'm so high, no, I'm a giant, my galumphing feet carry me as they do each and every morning to the loo, where the waterworks commence and a strange feeling of relief and morning floods into my body. Now onwards, "into the breech my friends, into the breech." once again the tape is trickling from my parents a few hours before, the water is warm funnily, quite soothing, a daze seems to come over me, I'm away with the clouds my hands moving backwards and forwards under the tap. No slowly, too and fro, it has a massaging quality of peacefulness. Startled with the sounds of ...

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