The alarm just sounded so I do I remove the sheets. I decide to ride the lazy and not try to go back to sleep aftertaste. The alarm sounds again. Finally I open my eyes and sit up with work. Sitting on the edge of the bed took a deep breath and put her head in my hands while squeezing the rub. A look is sleeping with bare feet, move your fingers, knowing that you are mine. The room is dark, but do not open the curtains. With it came reluctantly to the bathroom. I look in the mirror and stir me hair. Approaching the more I see rheum. Let them be and I'm in the lid of the toilet. Just days ago this morning silence is killing me. I turn on the radio. The same voice of everyday speech, after four sentences, I've stopped listening. I would I shave? and, before finding the answer on the roof, I feel another idea: do not do anything special today. Stroking the beard, looking in the mirror, but not seen. I had to open the hot water while taking a decision. I feel like writing a letter with your finger. The early strength and support without a trace. At the end, I do not want to think about what I have written.
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