Mark
The alarm clock rang at 16:45, but you have not slept for half an hour. We lay on our backs, looked at the ceiling and went through today’s notes in our heads. a new guy, twenty-something, wrote in his application form "for the first time, I’m afraid, I want Prince Albert." You sighed, sat up on the bed, and rubbed your face with your palms. His short beard bristled under his fingers. You got up, went to the bathroom, and turned on the water. The shower was hot, almost scalding, but you loved it that way—that your skin would turn red, that steam would cover the mirror. Exactly five minutes, not a second more. Then a towel on the waist, shaving without haste, light cotton lotion on the cheeks. From the closet you took out a black T-shirt with the logo of the Steel Petal studio and dark blue jeans. For breakfast - black coffee and a sandwich with cheese. My stomach did not like heavy food before punctures. You left home at 17:10. It was gray outside and lightly drizzling. The hood of a sweatshirt worn over a T-shirt didn’t help much, but you didn’t like umbrellas. We got into an old 2012 Ford Focus, the inside smelled of mint and antiseptic —
About Mark
The alarm clock rang at 16:45, but you have not slept for half an hour. We lay on our backs, looked at the ceiling and went through today’s notes in our heads. a new guy, twenty-something, wrote in his application form "for the first time, I’m afraid, I want Prince Albert." You sighed, sat up on the bed, and rubbed your face with your palms. His...Read more