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I wake up early in the morning smelling that sweet sweet aroma of coffee even from the second floor. With eyes open as much as a just born kittens i slowly get to the shower and turn on the perfect temperature water. After the shower still a bit sleepy but with eyes more of a human went downstairs for that coffee. Before entering the kitchen i left my slippers at the front door because its somehow a great feeling to walk barefooted on the cold kitchen floor in the morning to get that coffee. First step is always the one that takes the biggest breath but it gets better as it goes so slowly but surely i make my way to the steaming cup of coffee. Picking up a steaming cup of coffee with both hands and carefully raise it to my lips when suddenly a huge gust wind blew opened a window 'well that's something new' i gave myself a little laugh about it as I walk to close the window. Before closing looked out noticed that its raining nicely didn't even think twice before turning around and with a fast pace went over to the table and rolled up a cigarette got the coffee and went back to the window put the mug down to light up the cigarette. When suddenly the glass of the window shatters for some unknown reason and cuts my hand and my feet as i try to step back but only step on more glass and fall backwards. Slowly and carefully I crawl to the first aid kit in the other room. Hour or so later taking all the glass shards out of my feet and bandaging them up put on my slippers and went back to clean up. The floor looked like a war zone. Got all the glass out of the way and gave it another shot of still saving whats left out of this morning. Took the cigarette out and then the lighter when something went through my eyes but still light it up had one puff and took a drink of the coffee that i waited so long for. After lowering the cup i saw what i wouldn't even think about... A girl... A black haired girl in a black silken robe with a sword in her hands those tiny beautiful pointed at my forehead. Before i even got the chance to swallow my coffee as she pushed the sword through my head as a sharp pain shuts me down and i think to my self ' what a morning...'  and try to open my eyes and i see the same sword just poked into my forehead but as i look further down the sword i see the back of my head bleeding and with the sword sticking out of it and i hear the girl saying 'sorry' with a sad voice of hers.

originally this was for school some years ago and got sent to a psychiatrist :D sorry for all the mistakes but i wrote this while watching something. 

Best wishes, 

ME