In your dreams, anything is possible...
-Anonymous.
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Jerry woke up with a bloody headache, quite the substitute for his alarm clock which he'd permanently set at 5.45 am. He opened his eyes to the darkness in the room. Power had been cut sometime in the night; no wonder he was sweating like a Christmas goat. By the way, why the-
BAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Huh?
BAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Oh snap, the alarm.
BAAA-
Cursing, Jerry reached out and slapped the button on the little clock on his bedside drawer, clattering it to the floor for the umpteenth time in its insignificantly significant lifetime. At least it stopped making that noise.
Shit.
He sat up, peeling back the sweat-soaked sheets that were glued to his body. His body felt clammy; he could feel a thin rivulet of sweat make its way down his spine.
AND THE BLOODY HEADACHE JUST WOULDN'T STOP!
Jerry gritted his teeth, hoping the day would-
Blink!
"AARGH!" he exclaimed, hands flying to cover his reflexively shut eyes. The stupid Power company had decided to restore power now ehn? Stu-
The cool breeze mercifully stopped all thought as it cooled him down. Sighing, Jerry shrugged out of the damp covers and lay back down, letting the breeze wash over his body, down his sweat-wet boxer shorts and his legs. After a while, he turned over and let the breeze do the same to his back.
And the breeze was also doing wonders for his headache as well.
When he was feeling marginally better, Jerry got out of bed and went to his bathroom. Relieved himself. At the sink, he splashed cold water on his face, then rinsed his mouth-he felt like he'd eaten a whole bunch of bitter-leaf vegetables over-night. Back in his bedroom, he saw the Heineken can lying on the ground. Grunting, he walked to it and picked it up. Went to his kitchen and dumped it in the trash, then began rummaging in his kitchen cabinets for his electric boiling ring, cursing when he didn't see it in the first drawer, the second. He found it in the third, and then a buzzing sound drew his attention to his sink; the dishes from yesterday's breakfast, and the dinner before that. He went back to his bathroom in search of a bucket, filled it with water and took it back to the kitchen; he really had to change his accomodation. No heater here, But he had to see out his contract here. In the kitchen, he plugged in the water with the boiling ring and went to the sitting room. Turned on the TV and went to the news channel. Nothing new or interesting after 2 minutes, so he changed the channel to Discovery. Picked up the empty beer cans-so unlike him, had he really had this much to drink?-and took them to the trash in the kitchen. Washed the dishes. Put water in his electric jug, plugged it in. He went back to the sitting room and sat down in front of the TV, looking for anything to lift him out of the black mood he'd been in since yesterday. So far, nothing was helping. He looked at the clock. Almost 6.35.
He was risking lateness.
Jerry went back to his kitchen and checked his fridge, took out his beverages, the half loaf of bread left. Turned off the jug and poured some hot water into a mug. Made some tea. He bit into the bread; no time for butter now. Gulped some tea without tasting it. Took another bite of the bread, then gulped some more tea. Finished his breakfast, and threw the leftover bread in the trash. The water was now hot enough to bathe with. He took it to his bathroom where he brushed, then took a shit.
Five minutes later, after having his bath, he was dressing up; blue jeans, black T-shirt, black jacket, All Star Converse sneakers. Very unlike a Detective, but who gave a hoot?
Certainly not him.
Snatching his phone from the center table in the sitting room, he left the apartment, locking it behind him, and walked briskly to the road to hail a taxi. His car was at the mechanic so...
Jerry's whole life was about to take a left turn.
Nice.
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