In less than 12 hours the move to the new apartment is to be done, but there is a snake in paradise. It’s so venomous that your worst nightmare pales in comparison. It creeps upon you when you lest expect it, from the shadow it forms and silently releases it’s venom. Is it over now, is the dulling feeling the toxic as it flows through my veins. It’s so much louder now and it’s howling towards me as it comes closer.
And then I realise that the dulling feeling in my hands is all the chemical substance I just used to clean out the apartment with. Together with one of Sponge Bob Square Pants so called friends, they paired up and now my hands are sore. The Snake, this awful squirming venomous creature from hell, the howling miserable snake. The vacuum cleaner smiles at me, an evil grin as it crawls nearer.
Oh god, why must I clean out my old apartment? WHY!
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