Morning

I’m alone
no one interrupts my senses

The food is bad
It is loud in here

silverware clashing
into the washbin
by the conveyor belt

chaos
disarray

something is doing
something wrong

unsettling

You can hear it pour
rain falling

A light rain
marbles falling

mumblings of a crowd

cracking
lighter, and quieter

The metal
clangs
a loud echo