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>someone you didn't expect
Darkness is your friend. Immersed in it, you sail through a myriad of inconscience thoughts. Whispers, blurred imagens, recollections of old times. All together for you, but you couldn't care less. Your body is warm and naked on your bed. This time, the morning rain doesn't soothe you in this slow and dark sea you are navigating. Sometimes you just have this sensation you are floating adrift and it's good. Feeling lost for once and not caring to where you go is liberating. You turn your body a bit, feeling you're being dragged to a step further into conscience. You don't care. You wake up so early every day. Just a few more minutes. You instinctivily touch your thick sheets in search for something by your side.
Nothing. The strangeness of being alone sets you one more step into full conscience. Whispers become voices, blurred images become vividly, old times transform into yesterday. James, Omnimed, the Senior Curator, the Tenure, Buddha, Wise Fool's Pub, James' friends, Hyde Park and...
You open your eyes. A deep and frustrating breath can be heard by nobody except you. The quiet is broken, the perfect sleep is gone. You reach for your phone. Sure, you're awake early. Again. Always like that. Your heading isn't aching and your stomach isn't complaining as well. Good, at least that. Looking at the ceiling, you smile. It was a good night. But the thoughts regarding your work take away this little happiness you have in seconds. James' face comes to your mind and you sight at the invasive whispers surrounding your anxieties towards these news on Chicago University and Omnimed. You cover your eyes with your forearms. Just five more minutes.
This is a lie. Your sleep is disturbed and paradise can't be reach again. Time to live. But first, least you can do is getting dressed. You are not alone. You find your underwear, get your phone and that's enough.
You leave to your living room/kitchen and find Robert on the sofa still asleep, deeply, drooling all over himself and probably having a dreaming. Lucky bastard. You shouldn't have text him in the middle of the night, asking if he was still around at CU or not. Saying repeatedly to yourself "it's not my fucking problem" didn't work. Guilty clawed you deep and bleed out to your whole being. Now, you call bad trip, but yesterday that was a revelation. You still got some revelation to read on your phone. You noted down all that shit. You laugh internaly when remembering what Buddah talked on the other man who ate those brownies. Maybe you and him can share some notes.
