Oh god, what is it today? Hopefully the strip club down the street blew up. From here, everything sounds like the world’s end. No windows, underground; sadly I survived today’s apocalypse. It was probably nothing. The pipes and inhabitants of this building can easily be the explanation for today’s noise. Looking around my shabby apartment, as I do every morning, I go on with the morning ritual. Inhale with a stretch, turn right, three steps, then left towards the bathroom, turn the faucet, wait for the water to fill my hands... All I feel is still air. Finally I look down, seeing my hands still empty. The shower isn’t working either. Nothing is out of the ordinary yet. Bread, butter, tomato, olive oil, prosciutto; starting my day off with taste. My Italian blood is soothed with mix of fresh flavours. Mama Lee’s never lets me down. Throwing on my clothes I realise this morning’s noise was fifteen minutes later than my usual biological clock would bring me to life. The bus leaves in three minutes.
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