After a night wrought with restless pain filled sleeplessness the old man drags his stiff breathless lifeless corpse out of a sunken bed of jagged shards of thorny rocky glass, as the classical music plays and unable to yet see he scrapes himself across the floor to prepare his coffee, as his hands shake and tremble he pours in the water and counts the scoops of grind, fumbling he manages to plug in the percolator as the coffee begins to perc he stumbles off to the toilet, his bowels bellow out in a hungerous rage, in the mirror a man blankly stares into the abyss his hair and beard greasy and disheveled he disrobes and enters the shower, the boiling water pours over his weary body as he brushes his teeth it offers no comfort, struggling to wash out his tangled hair and beard his arms grow tired, moving on to wash his body his hands fail to maintain grasp of the soap, the shower becomes a chore of will, finally achieving an acceptable level of clean he rinses off and shuts the water off, exhausted he dries himself and carefully exits the shower, now onto the arduous task of brushing out his hair and beard, then stumbling back to his bed where he struggles to pull on a clean undergarment his socks pants and shoes, he does a load of laundry and pours a cup of coffee then with great care he gently packs his pipe with scraps of tobacco, he pulls on his coat and slips out the door, the morning is chilly and damp as the sun begins to wake, as the world opens its eyes not a single soul cares for the hellish plight of life the old man must endure yet another day;

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