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Saturday afternoon, a special period of time to recover lost energy and give the spirit a proper rest.
That day Franklin did not leave his apartment, lying on his filthy mattress until noon; he slept like a baby. After a long time, he was serene instead of tense.
The heat that flooded the room woke him up naturally, when he opened his eyes, his whole being was drenched in sweat: like a reptile, the suffocating atmosphere ruined his rest; but as soon as the young man regained consciousness, he felt refreshed, rested, as if his body had regained its vivacity....
While still lying on his back, Franklin stretched his arms to his sides to thunder his bones, He sat on top of the mattress and then looked at his watch. When he realized how late it was, he was not alarmed, on the contrary, he reacted in a peaceful and optimistic way by giving a subtle smile.
One of the days he had so longed for had finally arrived, And he was not excited; but relieved.
For there was no reason to be anxious or frustrated, let alone leave the comfort of his so called "Bed".
Those longed-for moments of calm are like an instant in paradise for any worker; However....
Unlike the experience of the perpetual hell that was a work week, those ephemeral instants will fade away until they vanish completely from the enduring memories.
Franklin rose from his comfort, He headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast and return to the nest: For all he did was open the refrigerator to remove from inside a plastic plate with the leftovers of his dinner from the night before, the pizza he reserved to enjoy as his first meal of the day.
A good way to start the unemployment deadline, although not so much depending on the tastes of the consumer: Since the young man did not have a microwave installed in his apartment, he had no choice but to ingest that exquisite breakfast without reheating it; although that alternative did not displease him, since Franklin developed a taste for cold food due to his busy work schedule.
He just lay there in his filth eating the last slices of a cold pizza for breakfast as if he felt like the king of the world. So much so, that he rummaged under the mat to pull out a box of cigars he had hidden plus a lighter.
His enjoyment had improved, not only that.... He had reached new heights.
Lighting the cigarette with that lighter, I eagerly inhaled that first puff of noxious smoke and then felt calm.
He inhaled that noxious smoke as if it were fresh air, released the tensions that tied him to the earth to fly away from the monotony in complete calm to then sigh at ease on that perfect day of leisure.
It was a splendid fact to waste his time lying down doing absolutely nothing; he needed it, for days his own body had been begging him for it...
He was smoking in a contemporary paradise that put his mind in blank: He was immersed in peace, he could not even hear the horn of the vehicles coming from the street...
Those fleeting instants in which no thought crossed his mind were a blessing; since like all good taste, the pleasure did not last long.
— [Knock, Knock] - blunt blows.
In the distance, someone knocked on the door of his apartment.
That unforeseen sound put an end to the serenity and beautiful tranquility.
Hearing that noise while puffing on his cigarette, Franklin choked on the smoke due to the surprise of the event. He coughed like a sick person while fanning with his right hand the smoke expelled from his nose and mouth: subsequently, as soon as he recovered his breath in that brief instant, he got up from his "bed" to approach the door of his dwelling with much stealth, without making noise, stealthily, as if hiding his presence from the individual who was waiting for him on the other side of the door: In his walk, he threw on the floor the cigarette he was enjoying while it expelled its poisonous smoke...
To be continued...
