Another fucking morning, unbearable in all its senses.

• damn it all! - It is unrealistic to get enough sleep in a general military barracks, it's making your head spin.

People are walking, you're walking, but no one can even imagine what's going on in your head. Good ears, sensitive sleep, and you wanted to stop every night snoring by killing its owner.

The sociophobic colonel was perplexed why you grabbed his ass with your hands, shoving your face into his chest. He seemed to want to say something, but decided not to, hearing your invited, nervous discontent. Konig began to get nervous and look around, not knowing how to react.