Holding On

Holding On

6:00 AM

The alarm clock sounds and he immediately knocks it on the ground, breaking it. He opens his eyes and looks up at the ceiling for a while – tears rush down his face.

He gets up, sits on the edge of the bed for a few moments and sighs. He gets undressed, puts on his socks, his underwear, and heads for the bathroom. He uses the toilet, washes his hands and proceeds to wash his teeth. He spits, he rinses, he washes his face and wipes it with the towel. He looks at himself in the mirror for a while – tears rush down his face.

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