i hold my right fist with my key cars over my eyeballs since its freaking six-thirty in the morning because its the winter time in south alabama and the sun freakingly gets up at six oclock and goes to sleep at five oclock in the early afternoon as i jerk open the drivers seat scooting into the leather sniffing the sorta snobby snot back into my nose holes from cintas tart treatment of me smelling the sweet aroma of fresh roses that i left inside the car for the night then slam the door shut cranking the engine without producing any physical wet tears in my eyeballs since cinta is just a little upset with me.nawher .