Kevin was roused from his sleep by the sound of a pan that is placed on the gas. He rose with the speed of a terminally bedridden with a terrible headache and went to the blinds in the windows of the salon not assured of a sea bass in a storm. The mistake was to open the blinds in the windows of the room at once. The sun shone powerfully struck him at the speed of a TGV an uppercut in the eye that left him knocked for a few seconds. To make matters worse, the 35th Infantry Regiment seemed to have taken up residence under his tongue and apparently wanted to go on maneuvers. The noises in the kitchen continued to hammer him the skull. He sat for a moment trying to arrange the mess he had in his skull.
Oh yes! Lynn she returned with him last night. Ca, because he remembered the episode of the towel. By cons he could not make the connection between the towel and the sound of Guadeloupe who saw him cradled in her sleep through the wall. He decided to spend a lot of water in the bathroom before going to the kitchen. The underwear had disappeared. It also he remembered. Red, 95D.
Was it a dream?
He opened the faucet and joined hands to move from fresh water to the face and neck. On the one hand groping, he sought a package of aspirin in the sink and dropped two pills in her drink a sparkling teeth. He stood leaning on the sink, looking dazed in the inability to align two coherent thoughts while waiting for the pills dissolve. Then he drank his potion in one gulp and found a semblance of human appearance. He walked in shorts and tee shirt to the kitchen where he found Lynn, fresh and smart busy making coffee.
- Hi Kev '! I did not wake up. Where's sugar?
She walked toward him and placed a kiss on his lips. This contact awoke completely. She dropped two lumps of sugar found in the cupboard above the stove in his cup and tossing while blowing his coffee to cool. She leaned on the edge of the worktop and crossed his long legs.
- Well, you do not look healthy. Must say we drank a lot last night. Usually I do not drink like that. I wonder what you'll think of me.
Kevin tried to say he could not think but anyway, his stomach forbade him if only to think of the word "alcohol" under penalty of mutiny, but the marshy remugle that paralyzed his tongue prevented him from waking to articulate anything intelligible. Anyway, Lynn did not expect an answer. She continued:
- Good I have to queue, it is half past eleven ET I got an appointment with friends to eat. I'm stuffing. Thank you for your bed. You'll come and get me one day leaving the job when you have your bike?
Without waiting for an answer, she added:
- Hey darling! You brush their teeth, you're a breath of coyotes. Byyyye!
Kevin watched her go and coming from the kitchen to the room in search of his business at the speed of light.
Not light! Not think light, light not pronounce! Light finish! Doing too badly, light. Kevin thought.
She winked, patted her cheek and walked to the front door when she slammed a post it before disappearing behind and closing.
Kevin froze in the kitchen. What health. He had not had time to put one it was gone. Still a bit muddy, he recapitulated what had passed since he had risen:
Sun, have eyes! She kissed me, I have a breath of pony and she called me "cabbage". Ah! And then she stuck a post-it on my door.
Kevin walked into the hall, seized it and identified a number of phone. Telephone number. It was won! Positive balance. Kevin smiled, the day promised to be beautiful.
The hangover disappeared as if by magic. Enchantment provided by a fairy named Lynn who, with a kiss and a small square of yellow paper scribbled some figures had invented the best of aspirin. He dashed whistling in the shower. He recovered his bike tomorrow, he would call tonight to offer him an appointment and a small bike ride tomorrow night.
Provided it does not rain.
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