That day was going to be perfect for him to relax; but it was ruined for him after his father's visit.
Saturday vanished in the blink of an eye....
Sunday was a sunny day, he had a hot afternoon that did nothing but suffocate the young man as he found himself sinking into misery....
That day was so routine that the young man found himself self-absorbed without giving importance to the events he did while being in automatic mode:
As was already routine, He got up from his bed with his left foot, had breakfast the leftovers of the food that was still left in the fridge, washed himself from head to toe to put on sweaty and almost filthy clothes.
As he got out of the shower with a cloth wrapped around his waist, he bitterly saw the clothes that were lying all over his floor together with the garbage he had accumulated; the idea of cleaning crossed his mind, but considering that this was one of the last requests his father had asked him to do, he was categorically frustrated and then became annoyed.
It was a distressing fact that he no longer had clothes with a bearable stench: And that, not having a washing machine at home, and not finding a laundromat around the corner, he had no choice but to use the bathroom sink to wash his own clothes by hand.
The pile of stinking clothes strewn across the floor was numerous, including T-shirts, pants, socks, and underwear: all the fabrics added up to 35 garments.
It was clear to Robert that this was too many clothes for him, especially with so little time to spare.
That day he just washed a couple of T-shirts, a pair of socks, a pair of boxers, and some pants so that he would have a decent outfit for the week ahead.
That Sunday was a laundry-focused day, he spent a long time scrubbing his clothes with the soap in the bathroom to get all the sweat stains off his shirts, and when it was time for lunch, he realized that the time he had left to rest was already very little....
In less than a blink of an eye, night took over the sky....
Before he could ask himself how the sunlight vanished in such a short time: it was already dinner time...
The Chinese food snack that had been ordered from home was tasteless as he consumed it with boredom...
A few hours later he had the most difficult task to accomplish: going to sleep.
Since for the boy, having in mind the thought that closing his eyes again will do so on an unwanted day disturbed his head to deprive him of sleep.
But it wasn't as if he had any other choice...
Lying face up in his nest, he set his digital clock to set an alarm for 6:45 in the morning....
Realizing that it was already 12 PM, he moved to a more comfortable position to rest in peace;
But he was not able to do so easily: since he was aware of the impending adversity that induced anxiety....
In a few hours, he would rise again to continue the relentless and relentless march of death....
«And as in every beginning of the week....
Everything repeats itself with subtle differences.»
The morning glow of the star peeking from the horizon announced the resurgence of a new day:
A day unwanted by idlers and exhausted men.
The noise coming from the street disturbed the calm of the morning; Vehicles on the highways sounded their horns to wake the early risers instead of the crowing of a rooster.
As every Monday, the city woke up with negative energies; At rush hour, in the subway stations, trains began to depart in the subways.
In the streets, people walked in crowds and lines like worker ants.
In an old apartment complex, as was routine, a bitter young man with no energy got up from his bed with his left foot to resume the march he had put on hold last week...
Robert was not entirely lucid when he opened his eyes, and as he finished scratching them, he glanced at his watch: lucky for him, he had woken up 25 minutes before the alarm was due to go off.
It wasn't an accomplishment for him to be proud of, he wasn't even amused.
He just focused on performing his monotonous and routine daily ritual to start the weekday: He sighed deeply as he covered his face, headed to the bathroom to clean himself from head to toe to get dressed in clean clothes. He ate stale bread for breakfast with leftover Chinese food.
He put on white socks, followed by slippers.
As soon as he was properly dressed and finger-combed his hair, he stood in front of the door to face life once again....
There was nothing she could think of, she only managed to regret: The notion of time was her priority so that the torture she planned to endure would end as soon as possible....
The sun was beginning to rise, but Robert was already anxious for it to set...
Without giving importance to the time he was wasting, he walked out the door to the nearest coffee shop; since only a glass of coffee would be able to give him the necessary energy to tolerate a difficult day.
From the instant he set foot in the restaurant, his fate was irrevocably sealed....
El día sábado se esfumó en un parpadeo...
El domingo fue un día soleado, tuvo una tarde calurosa que no hizo nada más que sofocar al joven mientras se hallaba hundido en la miseria...
Ese día fue tan rutinario que el joven se vio ensimismado sin darle importancia a los acontecimientos que hizo estando en modo automático:
Como ya era rutina, Se levantó de su lecho con el pie izquierdo, desayuno las sobras de la comida que aún quedaba en la nevera, se aseó de los pies a la cabeza para ponerse ropa sudorosa y casi mugrienta.
En lo que salió de la ducha con un paño enrollado en su cintura, divisó con amargura las prendas que se encontraban tiradas en todo su piso junto con la basura que acumulaba; Por su cabeza cruzó la idea de hacer la limpieza, pero al tener en cuenta que esa fue una de las últimas peticiones que le encomendó su padre, se frustró rotundamente para luego molestarse.
Le era un hecho angustiante el ya no contar con ropa con un hedor soportable: Y que, al no tener una lavadora en su domicilio, y al no hallarse una lavandería a la vuelta de la esquina, no tenía más remedio que usar el fregadero del baño para lavar su propia ropa a mano.
El cúmulo de ropajes hediondos regados por el piso era numeroso, incluyendo camisetas, pantalones, calcetines, y ropa interior: todas las telas hacían la suma de 35 prendas.
Robert tenía claro que era demasiada ropa para él, en especial con tan poco tiempo libre.
Ese día solo se dedicó a lavar un par de camisetas, un par de calcetas, un par de bóxers y unos pantalones para tener consigo un conjunto decente para la semana que le viene.
Ese domingo fue un día enfocado en la lavandería, se pasó un buen rato restregando su ropa con el jabón del baño para quitarle todas las manchas de transpiración a sus camisetas, y cuando le tocó la hora de almorzar, se percató de que el tiempo que le quedaba para descansar ya era muy poco...
En menos de un parpadeo, la noche se apoderó del cielo...
Antes de que sé pudiera preguntar cómo es que la luz del sol se esfumó en tan poco tiempo: Ya era la hora de cenar...
La colación a base de comida china que fue pedida a domicilio le fue insípida mientras la consumía con aburrimiento...
Unas horas después le tocó hacer la tarea más difícil por cumplir: Irse a dormir.
Ya que para el muchacho, tener en mente la idea de que al volver a cerrar los ojos lo hará en un día indeseado perturbaba su cabeza para privarlo del sueño.
Pero no era como si tuviera otra opción...
Yaciendo recostado bocarriba en su nido, Programo su reloj digital para activar una alarma a las 6:45 de la mañana...
Al darse cuenta de que ya eran las 12 PM se colocó en una posición más cómoda para lograr descansar en paz;
Pero no lograba hacerlo con facilidad: Puesto que era consciente de la adversidad inminente que le inducía ansiedad...
En pocas horas, se levantaría de nuevo para continuar con la incesante e implacable marcha de la muerte...
Todo se repite con sutiles diferencias»
El brillo matinal de la estrella que se asomaba desde el horizonte anunciaba el resurgimiento de un nuevo día:
Un día indeseado por los vagos y los hombres exhaustos.
El ruido que provenía de la calle perturbaba la calma de la mañana; Los vehículos en las autopistas sonaban sus bocinas para despertar a los madrugadores en vez del canto de un gallo.
Como todos los lunes, la ciudad se despertó con energías negativas; En hora pico, en las estaciones del metro, los trenes comenzaron a partir en los subterráneos.
En las calles, las personas caminaban en multitudes y filas como si fueran hormigas obreras.
En un viejo complejo de apartamentos, como ya era rutina, un joven amargado y sin energías se levantó de su lecho con el pie izquierdo para reanudar la marcha que puso en pausa la semana pasada...
Robert no se halló del todo lucido al momento de abrir los ojos, en lo que terminó de rascárselos, le echó un vistazo a su reloj: para su suerte, se había despertado 25 minutos antes de que la alarma sonase.
No le era un logro del cual enorgullecerse, no le hizo siquiera gracia.
Solo se enfocó en realizar su monótono y rutinario ritual diario para empezar la jornada de la semana: Suspiró profundo mientras se cubría el rostro, se dirigió al baño para asearse de los pies a la cabeza para vestirse con ropa limpia. Desayuno pan rancio con sobras de comida china.
Se puso calcetines blancos, seguido de las zapatillas.
En lo que se vistió apropiadamente y se peinó con los dedos, se paró frente a la puerta para enfrentarse a la vida una vez más...
No había nada que pudiera pensar, solo se lograba lamentar: La noción del tiempo era su prioridad para que la tortura que planeaba soportar acabase lo más pronto posible...
El sol comenzaba a salir, pero Robert ya ansiaba que se ocultara...
Sin darle importancia al tiempo que desperdiciaba, salió por la puerta para dirigirse a la cafetería más cercana; ya que solo un vaso de café sería capaz de darle las energías necesarias para tolerar un día difícil.
Desde el instante en el que puso un pie en el restaurante, su destino se selló de forma irremediable...
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