I was in bed, awake, but still laying, just like the rest of the house.
The lighting was the kind that pissed me off. Neither bright and pretty like a beautiful summer day nor glum and melancholic. Instead a subdued light like an old
polaroid
, but no
nostalgia
featured. The kind of photo if you looked at you'd wonder why somebody saved it. A photo that wasn't meant to be.
I considered staying in bed all day. Wait until the sun sets again, wake up for a moment to note that night had come again, and then just fall back asleep. I knew this was impossible but I thought of it anyways. Some days it'd be nice if you could just
sleep
them through and wake up to a fresh morning. Days like this.
Then outside a
lawn mower
began growling. It went on for a little while and it gave my mind something else to focus on. Just listen to the lawn mower I thought. But then suddenly I heard a loud thud, the sound of my housemate on the other side of the wall getting out of bed. Then I heard the wood of the window pane slide up.
