Sales into the street, you cross the blue eyes of a girl. Continue walking, pass in front of the bakery, leaving door open for you all smell of freshly baked croissants. You get to the stop, you feel like smoking. You enter the bus 12 minutes later, you could have taken the bike. There are at least four vacant seats, all widths, by the window, do not feel, you stay in the most unstable of the bus, keeping your weight in a rare balance between the right leg and left arm.
You return home, you have keys, but call on telephone. You go up the elevator, even though you know the stairs takes less. You open your door with your key. You go, no hello, why. Raisins to your room, the bed is not made. You take off clothing, let the pile of the chair.
You sit in bed thinking a bit staring at the ceiling. Do not even think of anything, but you feel like going to the bathroom. You sit on the toilet, think a bit staring at the ceiling. Think, and you realize that maybe you are missing a good reason to do things you do not do a good reason to stop doing the things you do wrong. A good reason to wake up, to forget.
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