The sun blinked through the slats of the blinds
The sun blinked through the slats of the blinds, hitting Maja directly in the face. She squinted. Her head throbbed softly, an unmistakable echo of last night's legendary party. Still somewhat hungover, she sat up in bed and surveyed the chaos in her living room. Empty bottles stood like forgotten tin soldiers on the coffee table, a garland hung crookedly from the lamp, and confetti remnants glittered everywhere.
A smile stole onto her face.
In the middle of this battlefield, clad in a worn-out Mickey Mouse pajama set, she felt a wave of pure anticipation. She swung her legs out of bed. Her bare feet enjoyed the cool wooden floor, her toenails gleamed with a vibrant, sky-blue polish, and delicate silver rings sparkled on two toes – small, neat details amidst the disarray. Who needed coffee? This, this mission, was her very own espresso to wake up.
She tied her hair into a loose bun, turned her favorite rock playlist up to full volume so that thumping bass and crashing guitar riffs filled the room, and resolutely reached for her best friend for this task: a bulky, powerful vacuum cleaner. As soon as she plugged it in and flipped the switch, the beast awoke with a deep, greedy hum that perfectly harmonized with the music.
Maja began to dance, or rather, to headbang. With the vacuum cleaner pipe, she swirled through the living room. Her feet, adorned with the blue polish and rings, glided across the parquet as she swung the vacuum hose to the rhythm of the music. And this hose was insatiable. It didn't just devour confetti and dust. With a loud CRACK, it sucked in a forgotten peanut puff. A bottle cap followed, disappearing into the pipe with a metallic CLINK-CLANK-JINGLE. A crumpled napkin, a single straw, a forgotten hair tie – SCHLUURF. Gone they were. A paper umbrella from a cocktail? FWIPP. Sucked in. Even a hardened piece of pizza crust was carried into the depths of the vacuum cleaner bag with a crunching sound, and a lost poker chip with a sharp ZACK.
Every devoured item was a triumph. Maja laughed out loud as the vacuum inhaled a plastic champagne cork with a satisfying PLOP. The movement and the loud, satisfying sound banished the last of her fatigue. It was her very own form of meditation – a loud, joyful, dancing orgy of destruction and tidying.
When the last evidence of the party had vanished into the pipe, she switched off the vacuum. The sudden silence felt different than before. She patted the device admiringly on its casing. "Good job, my friend," she said, as if it were a loyal horse after a winning tournament. Now it was time for the proper reward.
She went into the kitchen and made her first coffee of the day. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee soon filled the clean apartment. With the warm cup in her hands, she went to the window and pulled up the blinds with a tug. Bright sunshine flooded the room, making the dust-free parquet shine. She settled on the windowsill, felt the warmth of the sun on her face, and enjoyed the first, perfect sip. As she did so, she wiggled her toes contentedly, their blue-polished nails and silver rings sparkling in the bright light.
Wide awake and full of energy, she thought: The next party can come. We are ready.
A smile stole onto her face.
In the middle of this battlefield, clad in a worn-out Mickey Mouse pajama set, she felt a wave of pure anticipation. She swung her legs out of bed. Her bare feet enjoyed the cool wooden floor, her toenails gleamed with a vibrant, sky-blue polish, and delicate silver rings sparkled on two toes – small, neat details amidst the disarray. Who needed coffee? This, this mission, was her very own espresso to wake up.
She tied her hair into a loose bun, turned her favorite rock playlist up to full volume so that thumping bass and crashing guitar riffs filled the room, and resolutely reached for her best friend for this task: a bulky, powerful vacuum cleaner. As soon as she plugged it in and flipped the switch, the beast awoke with a deep, greedy hum that perfectly harmonized with the music.
Maja began to dance, or rather, to headbang. With the vacuum cleaner pipe, she swirled through the living room. Her feet, adorned with the blue polish and rings, glided across the parquet as she swung the vacuum hose to the rhythm of the music. And this hose was insatiable. It didn't just devour confetti and dust. With a loud CRACK, it sucked in a forgotten peanut puff. A bottle cap followed, disappearing into the pipe with a metallic CLINK-CLANK-JINGLE. A crumpled napkin, a single straw, a forgotten hair tie – SCHLUURF. Gone they were. A paper umbrella from a cocktail? FWIPP. Sucked in. Even a hardened piece of pizza crust was carried into the depths of the vacuum cleaner bag with a crunching sound, and a lost poker chip with a sharp ZACK.
Every devoured item was a triumph. Maja laughed out loud as the vacuum inhaled a plastic champagne cork with a satisfying PLOP. The movement and the loud, satisfying sound banished the last of her fatigue. It was her very own form of meditation – a loud, joyful, dancing orgy of destruction and tidying.
When the last evidence of the party had vanished into the pipe, she switched off the vacuum. The sudden silence felt different than before. She patted the device admiringly on its casing. "Good job, my friend," she said, as if it were a loyal horse after a winning tournament. Now it was time for the proper reward.
She went into the kitchen and made her first coffee of the day. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee soon filled the clean apartment. With the warm cup in her hands, she went to the window and pulled up the blinds with a tug. Bright sunshine flooded the room, making the dust-free parquet shine. She settled on the windowsill, felt the warmth of the sun on her face, and enjoyed the first, perfect sip. As she did so, she wiggled her toes contentedly, their blue-polished nails and silver rings sparkling in the bright light.
Wide awake and full of energy, she thought: The next party can come. We are ready.
8ヶ月前
