'Ugh! Stop!' I tossed on my bed bothered.
The sound was unbearable, loud, so crapping loud! It was nothing I could handle on a regular basis let alone when I'm half asleep.
The devils outside our room. I'm sure they are laughing at us, it must feel satisfactory bothering an average of two thousand workers, urging them to wake up, using murderous methods.
At crapping six in the morning.
'ASSEMBLE, ASSEMBLE, EVERYONE, WAKE UP AND ASSEMBLE'
'ASSEMBLE, ASSEMBLE, EVERYONE, WAKE UP AND ASSEMBLE'
God! Kill me, I'm more than ready, I want to meet you, now!
But the real death call went on again.
And again.
It went on forever, for-crapping-ever! What did I do to deserve this?
Did I kill someone in my last life?
The train of thoughts concerning my murderous of a last life was disturbed when I felt a slight breeze of wind run over my head, slightly running through my -anything but tamed- hair.
Oh! Am I really dying?
Wow!, I should have asked for something merrier.
When the universe finally decides to listen to any if my wishes, it decides my death wish is the one.
Well, well, how lucky I am.
The breeze returned, this time, it decided not to play around the bush and to get straight to the point.
The point being my face, of course.
'Ouch!!' I exclaimed.
The universe is manhandling me!
And I don't appreciate being manhandled.
So I snapped.
'What in the name of king Aleph is happening?' I opened my eyes, sat up straight and gazed at the stupid pack of gorillas -I sometimes refer to as friends- holding pillows and looking at me silently with their eyes wide, they then looked to one another and burst into giggles.
Then a pillow came crashing my hips, pulling air out of my body with a resounding oofh.
'Oh no, you didn't' I told Sama who looked at me in perfect innocence, and tilted her head to the side.
The exact same head that was killed smashed by my pillow the next moment.
I skipped giggling and straight out laughed at her state.
In my still half asleep state, a yawn escaped me.
A yawn that turned to gasp of death real quick.
When she entered the room.
Giggles were murdered, laughter was slaughtered, happiness fell off a hot air balloon that was travelling a million kilometres above sea level, fun? Fun was probably buried another million kilometers bellow sea level.
She stood there glaring at us, shooting daggers at us, her eyes making a promise, one of death and punishment, one saying, I'm going to kill every one of you, you just wait.
We didn't dare talk, she didn't see us worthy of speech at all.
So silence it was.
Silence..
And more of that,
And some more.
And to everyone's surprise she broke it.
'You!...she trailed off probably thinking of suitable words to describe the despicable,
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