Monday, 15 February 2010

55 fiction - The Hangover

Water dripping from kitchen tap, smell of lunch preparation from neighbor, MJ crying out loud in Television, warm sun through the window, last night martini still tasting good

I'm fast asleep giving rest to all of my senses until that alarm rung suddenly.

“Oh! It’s Monday and I’m late to office again. Damn this hangover!!!”

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