Butcher Of Meat Meets The Butcher Men

I opened my eyes with a thin line of sun light laying across the top of me diagonally. I turned halfway to opened my drawer next to my bed dressed in dark red silk sheets to check and see if my snow white commando aitor knife was still in tact, but mostly to give it some attention as if it cared. That friend got me out of some jams a year ago so I figured it deserved a brief and daily glance over. I sat up slightly hunched over and scratched my face listening to the the facial hair brushing against my fingernails. I stretched my toes, arms and full back. I stood and then immediately dropped to push-up position to wake my body up it was a daily ritual. I cleaned up and turned on the television and peered at the back wall inside the refrigerator; I grabbed a bowl yogurt from last night and two peaches and that was breakfast and a good meal it was. I mentally thanked the young women that brought it over and looked at my list of objectives for the day. I needed more meat and reading material clothing would be nice, but I don't need it at the moment. First things first, food.