Pataniscas Satânicas

Pataniscas Satânicas

domingo, 25 de outubro de 2015

Sometimes when you fall... - Part II

The trepidation of the train and the cold morning light streaming through the window prevent him from sleeping. He went to bed late last night. Again. He keeps promising himself he’s going to bed early, catch some sleep, not be as tired the next day. But he never does. Not for years now.

Going to sleep feels like giving up, to him. Going to sleep rushes the morning, and he doesn’t like mornings.

So now he tries to rest on the train on his way to work, but achieves only a kind of half-slumber which is even more tiresome in its own way.

Sem comentários:

Enviar um comentário