It's the best part of the week.
The only time I ever feel like this city is mine.
Sunday morning 8 a.m.
Running trough deserted streets and abandoned parks,
over quiet roundabouts and empty parking spots.
Ignoring all traffic lights.
Someone walks his dog.
A drunk lays passed out in a lawn.
Everything is quiet now.
The city's still asleep.
The first sunbeam of the day
Running faster/ further
At peace.
Soon I'll arrive home.
Tired and satisfied.
A hot shower and breakfast.
Time to login... I might be finally ready for 'Sit and Go Madness' at Full Tilt.
Only 10 hours left.
But it's never too late to win.
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