Normality was a word that had an ever changing definition these days

Yesterday it was waking up and working till your fingers bled then working a bit more. This morning, however , it meant something new. Something scary. Something exciting
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Waking to the sound of hammers smashing against the rocks of the sea front , a catalyst to the decay of ye olds cliff , was strangely comforting , but just as annoying. My mattress creeks beneath me as I stand , legs weak from endless days of hard labour , my joints could crumble if someone were to touch them.
"Mais!" A voice sounded from outside the tent.
And there he was.
The only reason I got out of bed in the morning-  
To see him
To be near him
To make fun of him
A relationship I would rather die before loosing , a love that was far from romantic and too painful to admit was there - Anders. My friend. 

Peeling open the net curtain to the side opening the tent he stood- a silhouette in front of the blinding sun. "Your so beautiful in the morning." He chuckled with an evil grin. I realised them my hair was a birds nest and I had drool up the side of my face.
"I know. " I replied with the same grin he shot me.
His hand reaches for mine and I take it , and soon I'm on my feet and so I begins again. Another yesterday. 

Morning- breakfast - fish in the community fire
Afternoon- work - pulling crabs from the fishing nets and carving ores with old Greg down at the craft centre
Evening- more fish in the community fire - night fishing for breakfast and sanding ores I made earlier

And then I sleep for five hours before repeating again. Or so I thought -

But tomorrow normality seemed to change .