Early in the morning. Silence.
The mobile phone is on the table next to cigarette butts.
I turn side by force in the wrinkled bed.
Not more wrinkled than my mind is.
A noise. Nah, it was in my head.
Heads don't make noises. The mobile phone. Yes, my mobile phone.
Missed calls. Silence.
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