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The sudden noise from an alarmclock made an arm fling out beneath the covers of the bed and land heavily on top of the clock. The ringing subsided and a mass beneath the covers started to groan and move. To feet stretched out and revealed themselves. Outside the clouds hang heavy, as heavy as the morning hand.
The weather is cold and moist. Even though it is the end of June. If one takes a step outside and looks through the bedroom window of the awaking person, you will see white curtains and white walls. Maybe you can see a small photograph hanging on the wall.
As the person rises from the bed you can hear the dense clouds over your head rumble softly. As if they too are awakening from a long nights rest. Some drops of rain accidentally land on your forehead. But you can still watch the person from the outside window. This person is a young man. He scratches his belly and yawns forever. He has semi long greasy and bushy and he is wearing light blue flannel pajamas....
Who are you? His lover. You are on your way back from the store, you bought some breakfast. It`s always like that. You become so bored listening to him breathe every morning that you go and buy breakfast for the two of you. And when you come back you might as well make breakfast too, because he is in the shower....