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that morning when you feel the warm duvet around you before you even Essert fully awake, with the glacial awareness of having to move there five minutes.
The wait for a sentenced to death, I count the seconds separating you from the damned sound of that damn alarm clock ... and then there it is. A distressing piece of music that you've chosen the night before when he was about to collapse from sleep, or worse, the chatter of some of the DJ station set for astral coincidence. Rather than turn it off get up on time volume, aided by the cat jumping on your table and your hand trying to kill that talk.
For a single, ordinary moment, you think that the "ti-ti-ti-ti" or piece of music that is not ringing is suppressed by three pillows that you threw over, but he's begging for something like "now do not get up , trust me, do not get up, do not get up. "
And that's where you take the awareness will be another bad day.
you stick to hard work in jeans too tight that it feels strange, looking for the shirt you wanted your mother and put in a washing machine.
The cat at his feet, stumbling and arrivals in the kitchen barely alive, and there no, heck no, the coffee is finished, no coffee, and you do not even know which way you stamp the ticket in the subway, and you have two hours of Renaissance literature from there to an hour and you know you do not even remember what it's called the guy who takes your course.
Despite this, however, come out of the house.
And then starts the real tragedy.
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