Elmo gets up a little late in the morning. He unplugs the charger of his cellphone, checks messages on his phone, and grabs the towel. Reaching downstairs, he seeks for breakfast, grabs a bite, and watch TV. A little rest at home alone would do. His father and brother at work, younger brother still sleeping, and little sister at school.
He takes a bath, gets dressed, and prepares to go. Nobody else is still at home. Elmo goes to work early to be able to catch up on his daily quota.
The bus takes him away, his feet traveled in the mall for a short period of time, and his mind wanders for just a little while.
"Thank you," the biometrics said after he placed his index finger on the slot. What is it thankful for? Nobody knows certainly.
He grabs a computer, begins work, the rest of the day revolves around it.
Night approached, dinner is bought, a little chat spices up the day a little bit. Almost 12 hours of tapping, clicking, and analyzing.
Tap tap tap!
Click click click!
The clock seems to be a chase to numbers. Elmo nags himself. He ought to hit the right number before time runs out.
Time to go. He's exhausted. A walk home would make him vulnerable in streets. Where else is not safe at night in this country?
The door is swung open, clothes off, a little rest is taken, and shower's next. Everyone at home is sleeping. The bed grabbed him, embraced him, and he takes a good look inside.
He is damn tired. He feels all used up. The body seeks more. The heart seeks happiness. The soul seeks freedom. And his inner universe seeks salvation.
Save him.
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