2007-07-09, Monday, 6:47 clock
Bremgartnerstrasse, circle 3
morning light, orange-golden colored by the closed curtains falls into the room. On the floor beside the bed is a sports bag, half open. The content flows into the room. Perched on a stool, a tower of about 20 CDs, along with a hodgepodge of keys, a pack of gum, two granola bars, various journals and some clothes.
muffled street noise penetrates from outside into the interior of the home. From the radio drops a bright male voice and sings of the difficulty to approach the girl of his heart. Time to get up. A left foot touches the ground, the right follows. The alarm clock rings for the second time and is gagged. Single blonde hair, standing out from the dark ground light, line the way to the bathroom. The coffee is way stoked. Then in the bathroom radio there, too, now with the news of the young day.
a drowsy face in the mirror, waiting to be awakened. Soon the square space filled with steam, place the individual droplets on freshly dried skin. Tighten comb, make-up.
then the coffee drips dark and intense aroma spreading from the flask. With a quiet hiss dried up the source. Silence. You will hear from behind a mumbled "good morning".
7:23 clock imw
Bremgartnerstrasse, circle 3
morning light, orange-golden colored by the closed curtains falls into the room. On the floor beside the bed is a sports bag, half open. The content flows into the room. Perched on a stool, a tower of about 20 CDs, along with a hodgepodge of keys, a pack of gum, two granola bars, various journals and some clothes.
muffled street noise penetrates from outside into the interior of the home. From the radio drops a bright male voice and sings of the difficulty to approach the girl of his heart. Time to get up. A left foot touches the ground, the right follows. The alarm clock rings for the second time and is gagged. Single blonde hair, standing out from the dark ground light, line the way to the bathroom. The coffee is way stoked. Then in the bathroom radio there, too, now with the news of the young day.
a drowsy face in the mirror, waiting to be awakened. Soon the square space filled with steam, place the individual droplets on freshly dried skin. Tighten comb, make-up.
then the coffee drips dark and intense aroma spreading from the flask. With a quiet hiss dried up the source. Silence. You will hear from behind a mumbled "good morning".
7:23 clock imw
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