Where life's contradictions get comfortable

Where nothing remarkable happens. No chaos, no chokeholds, nor life controllers - and that is the point. Dear Ordinary Day Oh, how you are missed. I miss your early morning cheer when I wake up, having your rays shining through the gaps in the curtain, welcoming the day. The quiet boil of the kettle whilst I look out of the window, watching the squirrels play. The early morning dew bringing sparkle to an already perfect morning. Instead, I am awoken to grey, heavy clouds roll

Something was always slightly wrong, but perhaps perfection is overrated anyway. We got up in the morning like any other. I came downstairs, Bo put the kettle on, and we sat at the table to drink our morning tea. Ran the water in the sink to wash the pots, I have this terrible habit of leaving them until the next morning; by the time we have finished dinner and I have done a million other things, I just can’t be bothered. So I don’t. I washed the pots, went upstairs to get dr