I was cooking in the kitchen, ruminating on whether I should buy that new bed. It would give my life a shake, I kept nagging, and some comfort. But, damn, I so dreaded spending some extra thousand and sweating, running around the furniture stores.
The next thing I remember: I hit the wall with my back and the window shards ring crashing at the floor. I don’t hear the blast strangely, nor feel any pain as I stare at my bloodied tee. Then doors and stairs, stairs, stairs, people run, people scream… Has anyone got a spare bed for me?
The next thing I remember: I hit the wall with my back and the window shards ring crashing at the floor. I don’t hear the blast strangely, nor feel any pain as I stare at my bloodied tee. Then doors and stairs, stairs, stairs, people run, people scream… Has anyone got a spare bed for me?
