Mike Hennig

right or left

Because the way, which you go, develops, if you whether on the left of or right, relying I select my house in the morning-grey, tiredly, nearly still in bed. Waked by the noise there outside. I look on the clock, quarter to five and go to the left. I hate it, so early to rise although it summers am. I does not become awake and I feel also not so particular. I dazzled of the early sunlight, which is reflected, of everything that meets the sun. Still are in thoughts in bed. Rich always still smell of my treasure into my bed I feel the warmth and dearest würd I back in the house. But there I must now through, I touch down to the headphones: Billy Holliday… Shit, I already again the CDs exchanged. I draw cure dumps on the automat of the neighbour house. I custom Espresso, but the bar opens only around six. Thus to the bakers, occupied roll, cocoa and the news paged through, a little Smalltalk and raus. I Mach ´ne dump on and pust the smoke out. „PASS UP! “is last which I heard, and then the light went out. Perhaps awake I sometime up and I war the chance, which right way too gehen.ist last which I heard, and then went out the light. Perhaps awake I sometime up and I war the chance to go to right way.

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 10.07.2007.

 
 

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