SS Grumbling in Front of a Flower

On the way home, I'm cold and tired.
I grumble to myself about the low blood sugar that hit me like a final blow.

“Haa...” As I sigh, the bad air escapes from my lungs.

But when I inhale, most of it comes right back.

This is truly exhausting.

So, after exhaling all the air, I run away from the spot before taking a breath.
I was so out of breath that I started coughing.

There's no reason to complain about something like that at this point, I suppose.
Well, there isn't really any other reason to complain, either.

A flower was blooming there that I couldn't exactly call beautiful.

I don't know its name.
Just a flower.

But today, it will be of use to me.

“Hey, flower. Today, why don't you pollinate my fatigue in my place?”

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I might make this a series.