A CrisisA marathon run at the translation and when the Clen had finally left my system, I fell in a heap and slept for twelve hours straight. When I woke up, the room was bright, and at first, I wondered where I was. When it came to me that I had returned to the farmhouse, I got up and went to the window and stared at the windmill, trying to make out the compound that was the hostel. I couldn't.
After my shower, I rubbed the scented moisturiser into my dry and flaking skin, gave the bathroom a once-over with a cloth and then went and made my bed. I collected the dirty clothes from the back of the chair and went to the laundry to do a wash. As I dropped my gym gear into the drum, I thought once it was dry I would head to the gym. Having missed the day before, my muscles were already feelin
