The morning after a long night that is still in your bones.
You look next to you, phew, the bed is empty. You stretch your limbs, drag yourself out of bed and stroll into the living room. A spicy and at the same time greasy smell hits your nose. You know this smell and at the same time take another deep breath. Your gaze wanders around the room and you see a box on the table. Your eyes blurry and watery, you squint and painfully focus on the lid, a man with a mustache standing in front of the brick oven, grinning. Your heart beats faster, the corners of your mouth pull up, albeit uncontrollably. You are aware that your musculoskeletal system still has to do without reflexes and that your synapses work more slowly than a sloth at Klogang. And even if with every step you take there is more sorrow than joy on your face, nothing can stop you from opening the box and...
Thanx you for nothing
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