Waking up from sleep was always shock to my mind and body. The piercing seizures and heart palpitations, that accompany the transition from sleep into a state of conscious, always remind me of the only meaning of life. That morning the sun lasciviously lizało windows and window frames, mercilessly chlipiąc and choking on their own reflections in the windows of buildings. Frosty morning lit up my modest room and I felt that cold again defeated my central heating. Slowly, I sat on the bed and shaking from the cold began to wear on their clothes strewn carelessly.
kettle off horribly. Probably burned at the whistle - I thought. I decided to help him quickly tightening gas cock on the stove. The smell of coffee filled my nostrils now, just as they used Zyklon B fills the nostrils of concentration camp prisoners. The first sip of coffee is always something of an orgasm, especially blown some good quality tobacco. Inevitable exit to the outside przemrożone approaching slowly, smiling at me, but rather go ahead of me sharpening a pencil slightly dull knife to the paper. Red pencil shavings lying on the snow looked like the logo of the broken hymen. Dogasała coffee with the butt. I'm wearing my jacket and scarf.
Far escaped because I just did not slipped on icy stairs and head of zapierdoliłem welded, the metal railing. Eyebrow went to fuck - I thought. I began to sweep his aching body back home, but as soon as I stood on my feet again wypieprzyłem this time hitting the poll on the stairs ....
When I opened my eyes it was already dark. Whore, lay all day - I thought. I need to call to work, somehow justify the unexpected absence. The head was splitting with pain. I tried to find the phone in my pocket, but could not get it to spot. Sure it crushed to a pulp during one of the falls.
- No whore does not get up! - Roared to the top of his voice. Blood from a broken head frozen to the stairs preventing any movement of my head. I was united with the stairs of your own home with his own blood.
- Help! - I cried. Did not even know that could be hours. She might as well be a sixteenth at twenty-third, or fourth week.
- nobody even see me - I whispered softly to himself. Over the years I worked over the fence the property, which perfectly separated me from the rest of the world - the neighbors and passers-by. All the time I wanted to I did not see nobody. I wanted privacy and freedom to own property, so as not to feel some sort of accidental voyeurs skrępowanym and gapiami .... But what now. Slowly losing his strength. She was shaking from the cold - chilled unspecified time lying on the snow and ice from przymarzniętą open wound of the head to polish the ice stairs.
- At least I did not bleed - said in a whisper audible only to the deceased owners adjacent property, who somehow watching me quietly through a crack in the fence. Smiled at me, and let go even a deceased neighbor Persian flirty eyelet. Colorful flowers that have begun to break through the cotton candy snow fence wrapped around the tube and polycarbonate panels. Goldfinch with cockatoo parrot spread out in all parts of the first sentence ever uttered, and the beetle lout ended stick snowman. He lacked only marchewkowego nose. We'd gladly bring up, but I was so delightful that I decided a while yet enjoy this entrancing moment. The more that is reddish black cat neighbors brought me a cheesecake and a piece of cold pie of lamb with dried cranberries and plums. Saliva froze in my mouth. I got an erection, which ripped my pants and dick watching me very closely while waiting for some movement on my part. I got an attack of laughter - because, as I will no longer looked like somebody finds me in the spring on the stairs, bloodied all the dick on top?
booming driver probably ran up to 140 km / h accident and emergency department ambulance. With a roar of sirens parked at the gate broken off the property number 28 Rescuers-disabled movements jumped from the vehicle and the driver in his hand chuchnąwszy lit a cigarette and inhaled much smoke.
- But liquor - he thought, looking at the man lying on the stairs.
- pulse is palpable - he threw one of the rescuers.
- We take it.
Without thinking took the man by the shoulders and a strong movement drew it up, depriving it at the large part of the brain, which was attached ice nail to the stairs.
- Whore and the heart rate ... - he said driver is launching the next cigarette. It started to get dark. Spectators quickly went off to their homes. After a moment's Christmas Eve and have not yet zastrugane pencils.
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