The morning was an anecdotal.
SMS arrives at 4 a.m. I jump (the sound is good, so I hear the vibration), I go to read. "Good morning" wrote to me from an unknown number. Not very good, okay. Once he exploded, he went, poured water, drank, wrapped himself.
At five o’clock comes the second SMS, “Have I learned?” – I begin to doubt the reasonableness of the writer, because I’m a boy.
It’s 6 a.m. and how many watches do you have now, kiss? Why are you silent?" - I barely calm my nerves and swear to myself not to be nervous.
And in seven, as a culmination, the third "Excuse me, not you". And the fourth ":("
Your mother, a stranger, was lucky that I didn’t know him.