When the guy was sleeping Dave got bored. He for awhile was using the lights out time as the time when he slept. But something about the motel at night kept him up. He liked seeing people from the other side at night. He liked how all of their windows were lit up. Some he noticed well into the night. He liked that, on cloudy days he'd say their like his stars.
It was weird how people lived. Sometimes he'd see people drinking a carton of milk from the fridge. Most times a flicker of blue light. TV or laptop playing
Netflix
. Some people weren't home, or went to bed super early. This made Dave want to wake up early some nights. He'd check sometimes on the guy. Other times he'd just watch the real world. He wished he could leave, but never got the command to.
Other times he'd just be on
Twitter
scrolling and scrolling. World News, local news, all of it. He couldn't get enough he just wanted to know what was going on out there. Anywhere but in his own fucking room there were things happening where he wanted to go.
He wondered what he looked like to other people. Probably just like everyone else.
