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Told by Sonia

I left the long version of the morning at home.

The alarm had rung. I had apparently negotiated with it.

The dishes could wait. The keys could not.

The dishes could wait. The keys could not.

The first thing I saw was the time. The second was the weather. I had somehow arranged to be late on a morning that also required finding my waterproof coat.

I had planned breakfast, a short walk and two small household jobs before work. I now had time for a substantially less ambitious person to leave the flat.

My first instinct was to do everything faster. I took a plate out while opening a message and nearly put the plate in my bag. It was a useful indication that the plan needed changing.

I checked who was actually waiting.

A colleague expected me before our usual start so we could look at a draft together. I told her promptly that I would not make the earlier time and offered a later slot. She said that worked. I put the new time in the calendar instead of carrying an unresolved apology around the kitchen.

Then I chose the things I needed before leaving: get dressed, eat something straightforward, take my usual essentials and check the journey. The walk was optional. The household jobs were not holding anyone up. I left them where they were.

I ate sitting down because trying to spread something on toast while putting on a sleeve had not improved either task. I checked my bag once. Keys, glasses, work things. The plate stayed on the table.

The rest of the day had its own timetable.

Outside, I took the ordinary route instead of inventing a shortcut. I had already told the person affected. Running to preserve the appearance of the original morning would not have changed the message she had received.

At work we moved the draft discussion as agreed. The document still required the same decisions. It did not appear to know what time I had eaten toast.

That evening I washed the dishes and put the coat where I could find it. I also checked the alarm arrangement that I had apparently dismissed half asleep. I wanted to fix that specific problem, not design an elaborate punishment for the following morning.

The next day began more normally. I took the short walk because there was time and I wanted to. It had not been cancelled for the rest of my life.

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