He fell fast asleep. Dreamt he was floating in an ocean be thrown this way and that, but he was safe. Like he was submerged all the craziness and chaos was above him. He heard muffled echos and tremors. Like he was a piece or trash or plastic he couldn't control where he would end up.
When he woke up he was sweating, the whole of the sheets soaked. His tshirt soaked. Like he was just underwater. Now he felt washed ashore.
He checked his watch and it was after 7, and dark outside. Fuck, he slept for four hours. He cracked his window, he was supposed to have a view of the park and could just make out a corner of it. There's no way he'd sleep tonight he thought. From outside his window distant car sounds came and went, honking and accelerating.
He ran the water, and took off his shirt, he had to hang off the back of the chair by the small desk.
The water was hot, then would shutter cold, then back up to hot. How many people live here? Just in this building, and then the next?
He felt clean, alive, born again. He put on a collared shirt, the only one he brought.
When he woke up he was sweating, the whole of the sheets soaked. His tshirt soaked. Like he was just underwater. Now he felt washed ashore.
He checked his watch and it was after 7, and dark outside. Fuck, he slept for four hours. He cracked his window, he was supposed to have a view of the park and could just make out a corner of it. There's no way he'd sleep tonight he thought. From outside his window distant car sounds came and went, honking and accelerating.
He ran the water, and took off his shirt, he had to hang off the back of the chair by the small desk.
The water was hot, then would shutter cold, then back up to hot. How many people live here? Just in this building, and then the next?
He felt clean, alive, born again. He put on a collared shirt, the only one he brought.
