He went downstairs after his morning shower, tensed his half awake body, and turned on the stereo to play his favorite rock music to sing along to in the background.
Feeling a bit peckish he took a small dried sausage from the kitchen and sat down in his comfortable chair with his laptop, looking for a moment outside at the people passing his house.
‘It’s good to be a writer.’
Mirror, mirror on the wall..
What have you done for me lately?
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