A *serie* of short stories about the little grains of happiness we meet in weekdays.

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~How fast a day can change~ J/C

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Chakotay felt a bit under the weather.

He had a hangover since last nights stupid, late party.

And now he had to go to the bridge, letting Kathryn see him like this. He sighed and was immediatly reminded of the throbbing pain in his head, and that fact caused him to stop and let out a pained groan.

"You look like someone who needs some coffee."

He turned to face the voice behind him. Kathryn.

"I guess I could use a cup."

She smiled at the pityful sight that was Chakotay.

"A big one."

She grabbed his arm and led him towards a turbolift, appearantly on her way to the Mess.

Just before stepping inside the turbolift he mumbled the words that flew through his mind.

'How fast a day can change.'

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END

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pretty silly too, huh?

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