Chapter 8

MY MORGUE EXPERIENCE.

This time he laughed uncontrollably and said relax boy you don't need to panic, strange happenings of this nature and more are what you'll need to get yourself familiar with if you must choose a career path here.

One night after the closure of work I forgot to dress back one of the embalm corpse under my care due to a rush to meet up with my favorite philharmonic show at the national park for art and culture.

On returning to the house after an ecstatic show I was overwhelmed to dive into my soft-solid ocean of blissful rest without dinner.

That night it rained heavily with a tempting weather so I slide under a thick wool weaved duvet cuddling my innocent pillow to avoid sins of fornication and its endemic consequences. I can tell you the warmth I felt was better than the product of any ejaculating force. Heaven is my goal.

Few minutes after I slept off I started feeling serious cold only for me to wake up and find the duvet by the side of the kitchen door. How this duvet got to such place was what I can't really fathom.

I slept again covering myself properly but after some minutes I started having same feelings, this time as I woke up I saw the duvet hanged on the ceiling fan.

The next morning after I narrated the incidence to my boss in the office he asked some technical questions about my last work description and from there he told me the corpse I refused to cover after treatment was responsible for everything.

That he (deadbody) was very angry that I exposed him to such cold weather so he swore he wouldn't also let me cover myself too.

Shortly after our toolbox meeting one of our billionaire customer drove in to see his aged mother in the Presidential suite and I felt the the blessings of God that maketh rich so I let go my unending dramas with corpses.

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