Traum A w/ slin

A thunderstorm outside. Inside, Anne sits on her mother's massage chair. The spaghetti western doesn't captivate her as she had hoped. Better a thriller next time. I casually come out of the dining room with the soufflé just in time for the credits. And fall into the yucca palm. Perhaps too much Prosecco in total? Anne applauds. The armchair swallows Anne. Power cut. A flash of lightning illuminates the terrace and a career-oriented customs officer in a flannel shirt. He challenges him to a duel with a bizarre roar. However, Anne is now a killer chair. She daringly shoots celery tubers at the man, who happens to be allergic to them and immediately collapses, shivering. We kiss intimately in the shadow of his remains. Then I wake up.

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