he woke up to the sound of morning commuters. horns honking, pedestrians shouting. a hammer or a wood pecker? he was shivering from a cold breeze. the window in the living room was wide open over the fire escape. his hair was sticky from sweat. his teeth felt fuzzy from all the cookies and cakes and coffee from the night before. his knees were stiff from sleeping on a sofa.
he felt old, dirty, cold and hungry.
he wanted to go back in time, to before he lost everything.
but then the scent of café and toast won him over.
(drabble 27 out of 31)
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