#1 Awaking:
Six hours and fourty-five minutes past the dingy morning of March’s ninth consecutive day, my Nokia’s livid alarm went off in room number three hundred and four of Hiatt Baker’s B block of the University of Bristol. My girlfriend, María, unsolicitous, lied her extended body on the squeaky single bed we buoyantly, and sometimes indignant, shared whenever I decided to visit. Knowing what lied ahead of me was nothing more than a healthily frenzied day, I swung up with diminished procrastination. Read the rest of this entry »