It was  a sad, rainy day.  I sat alone at the window of my small hospital room. Drops flowed down the window and I followed them my eyes with boredom, trying to guess where they would end their journey, whether the finishing line would be just a window frame, or they would merge into a small group creating a small delta. Maybe some of them can get to a small hole in the recess and disappeared somewhere in its depths. 

„I bet this drop flowing from above will flow straight into the hole”. I looked around the room, where I could hear this voice. However, no one was in the room. I hoped I was misheard.

„ Grr..grr..”. (...) 

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