...if you just knew...
He wakes up. Hes lying in soft thin mattress surrounded by a weird fence. He realizes its not a fence, hes inside a baby crib. Another 3 baby's lie around sleeping on their own pee. He's confused, he cant understand how he got there, hes too old for a crib, and yet it looks kinda comfortable. He stands up and puts a feet outside while hesitating because of the commodity, because of the coldness the floor under his right feet, its risky to go outside and yet necessary. He stops to think for a few moments, the clock on the wall tells the hour: 3:43 am.
"WTF!? how in this world did i get there? maybe i was walking asleep, or even sleeping awake.... The floor is cold, freezing cold. Its late, and yet the morning is just around the corner. I want to go to sleep as i am exhausted, the crib was comfortable, but its too small for me, i rather go sleep on the couch 3:57am..."
He Puts his other feet outside, and takes a step forward, looks back and realizes it was just too small for him. He goes on in the middle of the dark, and stumbles with the couch. he sits for second and looks at a pillow and blanked on the couch. 4:19am
"weird feeling i have, something ain't right, its anxiety, it look is like i was sleeping here at first, but this ain't my bed, my bed, my bed.... Oh, she kicked me out of the room, now i remember... 4:31am
As he tries do fill in the blanks, he walks to the kitchen. He allmost turns on the light, but he prefers to just open the fridge. Takes a cold bottle of water out and walks back to living room.
4:46 am
"Cold, cold water, cold floor, cold feeling, cold "bed"."
For a second there he hesitates weather to go back to the crib or not. He puts the bottle on the floor next to him and then accommodates himself on the couch. The blanked aint big enough for him and wont keep him warm, he starts to mumble,...#$#@%!fault@$4%4^%@1...fault%$#%!....
4:58 am
He blames her, he wants her to know he blames her for ending up in the crib with baby's. He looks rapidly to the master bedroom's door, its closed. He knows its his own fault, he just needs someone to blame, someone. He says for himself: I don't care, i will tell her in the morning, i don't care, i will. Time goes by, so slowly..."
4:58 am
estado: arto
"WTF!? how in this world did i get there? maybe i was walking asleep, or even sleeping awake.... The floor is cold, freezing cold. Its late, and yet the morning is just around the corner. I want to go to sleep as i am exhausted, the crib was comfortable, but its too small for me, i rather go sleep on the couch 3:57am..."
He Puts his other feet outside, and takes a step forward, looks back and realizes it was just too small for him. He goes on in the middle of the dark, and stumbles with the couch. he sits for second and looks at a pillow and blanked on the couch. 4:19am
"weird feeling i have, something ain't right, its anxiety, it look is like i was sleeping here at first, but this ain't my bed, my bed, my bed.... Oh, she kicked me out of the room, now i remember... 4:31am
As he tries do fill in the blanks, he walks to the kitchen. He allmost turns on the light, but he prefers to just open the fridge. Takes a cold bottle of water out and walks back to living room.
4:46 am
"Cold, cold water, cold floor, cold feeling, cold "bed"."
For a second there he hesitates weather to go back to the crib or not. He puts the bottle on the floor next to him and then accommodates himself on the couch. The blanked aint big enough for him and wont keep him warm, he starts to mumble,...#$#@%!fault@$4%4^%@1...fault%$#%!....
4:58 am
He blames her, he wants her to know he blames her for ending up in the crib with baby's. He looks rapidly to the master bedroom's door, its closed. He knows its his own fault, he just needs someone to blame, someone. He says for himself: I don't care, i will tell her in the morning, i don't care, i will. Time goes by, so slowly..."
4:58 am
estado: arto
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