he woke up at 7 on a o7-o7-o7.
rubs the sand off his eyes.
he wonders what the day has in store for him.
and wishes it was more than just the usual boring routine.
wake up – eat – random nothingness – sleep.
without a doubt it has been boring.
does he need change?
or will change come?
which is which?
and which is the one?
while pondering on this very thought,
he wonders…
and he continues being asleep.
