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He didn’t mean to, but the clattering noises he was making at 10.45pm last night woke me. It broke my sleep, which unusually might have be an uninterrupted one. I will never know. I woke up dislodged, cross even. I didn’t want to walk, to do the usual morning chores. I must rally. It is nothing compared to all the chaos of lives out there.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.