I hate this wet feeling against my mouth.
I’m a human wreck gnawed by fatigue. I drooled on my pillow and am woken by that very disturbing sensation putting me automatically in a bad mood. My bad mood increases a notch when I find that I’m wearing my uniform.
Great! I haven’t washed it and I’ll have to dry it on the radiator!
In a daze, I sit on the edge of the bed, doubting hearing U2 singing The One loudly in the apartment. By reflex, I grab the clock radio: it clearly says 7 am and after having put it back in its place, I throw a questioning look towards the door.
Chris is already up?
Intrigued, I leave the room without announcing myself and a pleasant smell of coffee takes me to the kitchen. I admire the show. My landlord, shirtless, revealing all of his tattoos that appear to ext
