What’s that rubber sound?
Knaldemand is at home, enjoying the pleasures of life. His room smells
of whiskey and beer, but there is something salty in the air as well.
He is not alone.
He doesn’t know if he is doing something wrong, not even the angel
appears screaming in agony on the floor.
His female companion doesn’t complain, neither did the lamb just few
minutes earlier. His collection of bras are watching, the pink one is a favourite. Even when the angel looks away, the bras follow every move of Knaldemand. The bottle of oil was still there, waiting for it’s purpose.
When the angel appeared, he didn’t know if he should stop or just keep on going, he really didn’t know what to do. But the angel keeps on screaming, making life difficult for Knaldemand,
Who is this angel and what is he doing in my room?
Is he going to steal my collection of bras?
I hope not!
Maybe it’s just a regular mid week dream for Knaldemand.