a friendly man, short, gordo, with chubby cheeks

Monday
The wardrobe is jammed, the sliding doors will not open fully. Stand there trying to dear the blockage, naked after the shower. Cleanr the blockage, the door slides over, socks, pants trousers shirt. It is all there in the pull-out drawers.
Stand in front of the little mirror fronted cabinet from France. Put some of that cream on the nose, take a yellow pill. Put on the watch, pick up the bag, the coat, and go out into the alley. The shop opposite. the one that is closed now, has a light on inside. Somebody forgot to turn. it off. Perhaps it is due to open up, perhaps it has a new tenant.
And all the while, a sore dizziness, a hissing noise to the right hand side of the head, maddening. At the station, the bus cannot park at its usual place, there is a car stopped there. Everything is slow today. The young woman serving in the cafe today is slow and clumsy, customers cannot make up their minds as to what they want.

The man with the heard and the shaven him is making sandwiches. His head is freshly shaven, shorn of it's hair. Pale and white... The man is absolutely calm.
say good morning to the hedgehog He is just finishing his coffee. The hedgehog man is a friendly man, short, gordo, with chubby cheeks. At one time, years ago, he looked like a hedgehog from a children s book. The name has stuck, but he has changed his style in the meantime.

The fussy man is there too, arranging his things, folding his clothing, arranging his bags.
And still, the headache will not go. The coffee tastes strange, yet it is unlikely to be different from other days. This is a terrible monday, after a weekend of sickness and discontent..