Random chat for lesbians. Got to my lane, I casually throw almost empty bottle in the trash outside the nearest entrance.
Sudden sound of breaking glass brings me back to reality. It’s almost morning, the eastern horizon is colored violet-pink hues, some windows of the houses the lights, flickering shadows (sleepy people wash their hands, cook your own breakfast, dress up and go out into the street, cursing so an early start of the working day.
All they head to work either on foot or by car – public transport is not yet walking), shrill sound ungreased hinges entrances, straining engine factory cars are stagnant per night. Random chat for lesbians.