When he wakes up next day he feels just fine.
It’s a sunny day
and his leg is not screamming
his head is not on fire
and his bed is more welcoming that never
Oh, everything is so surreal
maybe I’m already death
But he’s sweating
and death people don’t sweat.
Right?
He goes to the living room and directly to the piano, his piano.
It’s just 7 am
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