Sweet Child Of mine- 2 (1/6)
anonymous
June 20 2010, 08:55:42 UTC
Well, secound one is up now! Still beta-less, so sorry. still looking for one, so i apologize for typose, gremmer ans such. Hope you'll like!
(and, dear commentors- god, I love you all so much. T_T) ____________________________
As usual, Tomasz woke up by his natural, furry alarm clock. Its name was Kasza, and for a cat, it was pretty dumb- but it was very friendly and had his own little advantages- like his almost unnaturally well tuned inner clock as Tomasz discovered after a week or two with the cat. He got hungry right at seven o'clock in the morning, and was pretty persistent about waking him up to feed him. Tomasz hadn't been late to work for the last five years because of him- and that saved him a lot- because he and his alarm clocks always had a somewhat violent relationship. He wasn't a morning person. He took his cup of coffee and at least twenty minuets to get his mind working properly, not to talk about how hard it was for him to get out of bed…
But with his fuzzy gray friend complaining loudly and nudging him, it was a lot nicer to get up.
He lifted himself clumsily out of his massy nest of blankets (he was told he was horrible when it come to sleeping habits- bout space and blanket hogging- and a natural cuddler, too. Even his ex-girlfriends told him sometimes they would rather have the couch). Kasza gave him an encouraging nudge, as he fought to obtain his balance and figure out how to stand up without bumping into his own lags. When he did, he half-stumbled into his small kitchen and turned on his old kettle, pulled out the first cup he got and a jar of instant coffee, putting a honorable amount in, than sugar…. He winced a bit when he almost got burned by the boiling water, failed to grab the milk carton at first attempt and almost crushed the yogurt, and finally, he had a sloppy-made cup of coffee. He set by the small table and sipped in slowly, letting his mind wake up and get to work.
When the cup was empty and Tomasz's mind again fully activate, he fed Kasza and gave him fresh water, washed the cup he dirtied, then checked the clock on the wall. Seven thirty five- which gave him ten minutes to get fully dressed and washed and fifteen to get to the parliament building…. He jumped out of his chair, preyed to god his suite wasn't too wrinkled because he wouldn't have the time to iron it- hit his tow to the wall twice, manage to brash both his hair and his teeth at the same time somehow- and almost flied out of the door to the train station.
Luckily for him- he caught the train just in time to get to the parliament at eight o'clock- and when his wristwatch showed eight, he was already in the hall, which was as full as it was yesterday, just not as noisy. People looked like they were still drowsy- or it was him how was still drowsy- he couldn't determinate which one it was- as he walked past his co-workers and mumbled a few "good mornings" to the few people who were actually fully awake at this hour. He went down the hall to where he and two more secretaries shared a room containing three desks, three chairs, three almost constantly ringing phones and three old computers. There was also a notice bulletin bored which held a few ugly children's drawings (belonging to the niece of one of his partners) a few sticky notes from Jecek, and one or two of famous sayings, placed there by the other partner.
(and, dear commentors- god, I love you all so much. T_T)
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As usual, Tomasz woke up by his natural, furry alarm clock. Its name was Kasza, and for a cat, it was pretty dumb- but it was very friendly and had his own little advantages- like his almost unnaturally well tuned inner clock as Tomasz discovered after a week or two with the cat. He got hungry right at seven o'clock in the morning, and was pretty persistent about waking him up to feed him. Tomasz hadn't been late to work for the last five years because of him- and that saved him a lot- because he and his alarm clocks always had a somewhat violent relationship.
He wasn't a morning person. He took his cup of coffee and at least twenty minuets to get his mind working properly, not to talk about how hard it was for him to get out of bed…
But with his fuzzy gray friend complaining loudly and nudging him, it was a lot nicer to get up.
He lifted himself clumsily out of his massy nest of blankets (he was told he was horrible when it come to sleeping habits- bout space and blanket hogging- and a natural cuddler, too. Even his ex-girlfriends told him sometimes they would rather have the couch).
Kasza gave him an encouraging nudge, as he fought to obtain his balance and figure out how to stand up without bumping into his own lags. When he did, he half-stumbled into his small kitchen and turned on his old kettle, pulled out the first cup he got and a jar of instant coffee, putting a honorable amount in, than sugar…. He winced a bit when he almost got burned by the boiling water, failed to grab the milk carton at first attempt and almost crushed the yogurt, and finally, he had a sloppy-made cup of coffee. He set by the small table and sipped in slowly, letting his mind wake up and get to work.
When the cup was empty and Tomasz's mind again fully activate, he fed Kasza and gave him fresh water, washed the cup he dirtied, then checked the clock on the wall. Seven thirty five- which gave him ten minutes to get fully dressed and washed and fifteen to get to the parliament building….
He jumped out of his chair, preyed to god his suite wasn't too wrinkled because he wouldn't have the time to iron it- hit his tow to the wall twice, manage to brash both his hair and his teeth at the same time somehow- and almost flied out of the door to the train station.
Luckily for him- he caught the train just in time to get to the parliament at eight o'clock- and when his wristwatch showed eight, he was already in the hall, which was as full as it was yesterday, just not as noisy. People looked like they were still drowsy- or it was him how was still drowsy- he couldn't determinate which one it was- as he walked past his co-workers and mumbled a few "good mornings" to the few people who were actually fully awake at this hour. He went down the hall to where he and two more secretaries shared a room containing three desks, three chairs, three almost constantly ringing phones and three old computers. There was also a notice bulletin bored which held a few ugly children's drawings (belonging to the niece of one of his partners) a few sticky notes from Jecek, and one or two of famous sayings, placed there by the other partner.
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