I'm about to sleep and hear the leak. While you're awake all happen, those noises are kept invisible in their heels: they live in the ground, twitch at ease behind the hubbub of everyday life, as if it existed. But when you turn the light comes another world. Not that I had not been there, turn and repeat, but certain things have their moment, crouching, waiting with the hand holding the knife, the right time.
is what happens now. I hear the leak and I guess she hears me, because the relationships that seem to hold buried in a mutual conversation, secret idea that one is perceived by the other, and so on.
At first it is a tic-tac of the most harmless, I'd say normal even when sleeping in a room with a bathroom right there. Total, minor problems whose solution requires that the plumber is always the order of the day and no way to seek the return to sleep because tomorrow is to get up early tomorrow to go to work there tomorrow, we must be very alert at presentation in the office. But a leak
gets it, of course, as a headache or a toothache, it is not an understatement. At twelve o'clock a leak that has drilled sink the effect of a missile at any trench dream. Not all global array can finish it. Yo, I fuck the dream by the horns and when I say sleep is to sleep, I have counted sixteen hundred thirty-three, and still the night is young.
I get up and close as could be the keys to the holy basin. Looks like I won because my enemy shows no signs of life before the surprise attack, an issue that makes me happy and whistling, back to the blankets. A minute drop bitch mark in 1634. I grab the pillow
bulkier, built a kind of strength to cover my ears, but she continues pulling me tongue. By now I know that joke, I can almost hear their laughter, and when I reply with insults it doubles its efforts and feel more noise. Leak of the underworld, the incarnation of evil, degenerate nosy.
I go to the room by the hand and stereo discs. I get the impression that a leak and not resist trumpeting Mr. Armstrong and, indeed, when Mr. Armstrong released the first single ends up mute. Breathe easy, I'm the winner, I can rest.
One is just stupid because it is larger. At the verge of sleep and doubling that enjoyment while licking and licking the taste of victory, just as I threw into the arms of Morpheus, guess what. Nothing unusual in this land, nothing to impress, just that there was light. As you read it: it was light. Do you imagine that?, All I had left the hell, my plan of attack against the leak had been successful, but we live on the edge of the world and be orilleros of this world, ie stubbornly underdeveloped by choice, thus putting paid any effort to overcome prejudice when least expected. El-co-no-de-la-maaaaaa-dreeeeeeeeeeeeee! And to think I had it in my hands, then lay with his neck wedged the demonic beast, which at that moment like a volcano roared and screamed again here I am.
Needless to say what came later. The blackout left me at the foot of my executioner, unsurpassed in meeting its mission. I counted and counted drops, sheep, goats and even dinosaurs, but nothing. I sat on one side of the bed, threw insults, spit fire, I will not mention here what I thought against Eleoriente. With the aim scratching the floor I went to the bathroom and tried to get through every drop to give it its due. One of them crashed into the wall, dashed another I made a fist, another fell shattered in the bidet, but the army were finished exceed, their numerical superiority made the difference.
dawned. I called the plumber and said to expect it at noon. Meanwhile, could not stand it and went out to buy a flamethrower. Ruined the bathroom, of course, but the leak said goodbye. I called the plumber again to cancel. I was proud, after all, had been victorious.
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