mark rushes into his room. His whole body soaking wet from the rain outside. he takes off his shoes, puts his canvas messenger bag on the table and turns on his laptop. He proceeds to the kitchen, takes off his shirt and throws it on the floor. He grabs a cup, pours water on it and places it in the microwave. high heat, 2 minutes.
he walks back to the living room, takes off his pants and grabs the cargo shorts with camouflage print on his beige sofa. He puts it on. He goes to back to his laptop. Clicks the smiley face icon. Inputs the username and password. A smile breaks out of his tired face, as an audio prompter happily pronounces that he has mail. Around this time, the microwave beeps. he went back to the kitchen, grabs two green teabags from the cupboard and places them in the hot cup of semi-boiling water.
he takes a sit on the floor, and places the cup of tea on the coffee table as he clicks his inbox. A message from carl. the muscles in his body tingles and his eyes grew big. He has a message from carl.
the door opens and the heat smothers my whole body. it feels like standing in front of an oven. i feel like dough right before it is shoved into an oven to become bread.
i do it anyway. i need to smoke. i imagine that when i light my cigarette, i torch myself in the process, and then the heat would seem insignificant.
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