The clock radio in the softly shadowed bedroom clicked on at 7:30 sharp, and the sleepers in the twin beds stirred slightly to the slushy beat of Mantovani and Softly as in a Morning Sunrise. The husband got up first to put on the coffee and slip a record on the hifi. As his wife relaxed for a few minutes more, planning her day, she could just hear the treacly organ notes of Music for Meditation dripping from the living-room Bozak.
It was a Monday, she meditated, and she had two hampers of dirty clothes...
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