I was relaxing on my sofa, just like I do every morning right after my breakfast. No noises whatsoever in the surroundings, no people stressing me out.
I was almost falling back asleep, when my belly suddenly made me wide awake with a strong and firm hit.
Fifteen minutes later I am still writhing, sitting on my toilet, tirds occasionally be spilled out of my arse, suffering the tortures of the damned.
I had to take a pause every two words. I can’t tell my story any better. I’d rather be dead in such moments.