I walk on the station.
I pass the next platforms.
Engines stand empty.
Engine drivers drink thin, murky coffee and nibble on dry crescents cafe.
bottles standing in even lines,
glass dirty from flies.
It's chilly. I put up the collar of two- row overcoat.
Silver buttons glimmer in the lamps light.
I hear only my footsteps.
Clicking sound of high heels shoes.
With my left hand I right on my favorite pair of glasses.
Leather gloves cracked.
Black case lies uncomfortably in my right hand.
I dream about hot Earl Gray tea with a slice of lemon in it.
I look on the time-schedule. I know it by heart, I arranged it, after all.
Black hat slide dawn on my eyes.
In the corner of my eye I see a movement.
After a moment Cat is pacing near my leg.
It's good to be home. I take out a cell.
Those human devices are useful sometimes.
It's already three am.
Why can I never sleep like a normal huma...Like somebody normal?
I pick up the number.
A cup of hot tea already guara