MCA #4, Wednesday Morning
Dec. 26th, 2018 10:42 am'Twas the night... uh, the morning... before... uh, after Christmas that Atton came stumbling back into the apartment, three days late. There was a package sitting in front of his bedroom door. He picked that up, squinted at it, and muttered something about Alenko that might have been not entirely, but definitely largely, a complaint.
He considered opening it.
Decided that took too much energy right now.
And staggered back to the sofa, on which he collapsed.
"I have never realized," he announced, to no one in particular, "How much I've been taking central heating for granted."
Maybe in a few hours, he'd even feel his fingers again.
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He considered opening it.
Decided that took too much energy right now.
And staggered back to the sofa, on which he collapsed.
"I have never realized," he announced, to no one in particular, "How much I've been taking central heating for granted."
Maybe in a few hours, he'd even feel his fingers again.
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