I woke up at 6 am. The alarm hit my head hard. I stood up swearing. I was tired of squealing my neurons, and my body was unresponsive, my neck was stiff, sick.
Somehow, I don’t know how I rushed to a new day and adjusted in my slippers.
The sun hadn’t even started to reveal itself. I woke up before him. What is the logic of life on earth, I wonder, if we work more than the sun. Where are we going to end with this?
I dragged my slippers to the bathroom mirror. Fresh memories of my recent dreams have not yet allowed me to wake up.
Reality made me turn pale when I smelled the stinky damp from a house slipper. I had stepped on something. I suddenly woke up tense and amazed. What had wet my slipper?
As the situation looked and smelled, I had walked into a puddle of urine…shit happens.