tiny short shaved

[epinene]

morning starts with nervously digging the boxes, cases and shelves. when finally some pills are got i jump back into the bed and watch white ceiling with clear and pure eyes, washed by sharp pain. ten minutes, twenty maybe thirty and the white ceiling gets softer and blinder. out-take number 2: i wake up in a good mood and fresh absorbent cotton body. metro. i am still a cotton, but i watch the little girl with black teeth and narrow eyes and get nervous. i watch her grandmother, she's stared at my belly with tiny short shaved black hair above the zip, underwear, my dirty shoes, next person after me, next person after the next person after me, entirely from feet to head, she turns her head so fast from one to another, mine starts to spin. i go closer to her and say right into her face: curious, what?
now i really understand why people use those pills.