Five Minutes

05:55

Thinking of coffee. Second interview. Underwhelming.

Towel in shoulder prepped for shower. Random thoughts jumble in head like passers-by on a high street.

05:58

Biting towel. Two minutes left in the clock. Rubbish. Farts here and there. Feel remorse for the chair.

05:59

Fuck me. It's still dark. Should I stay or should I go?

No hope to stay. Towel tastes like...

06:00

Mayday, mayday. With lemonade in hand.

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