Untitled (Cold Water)

I’m awake, but it’s too late to be. It’s getting harder and harder for me to sleep. I think it’s getting harder for everyone to sleep.

I can’t even smell the spring on the air anymore; the sky is a lifeless grey blanket sweeping from horizon to jagged horizon. It feels like I’m surrounded by that, by steel. In a way, there’s a truth. In the quiet space between my breaths, I can hear the scanner in my car, some dozen paces behind me with its door open. Static and comm chatter that, a year ago, I wouldn’t have been able to make out for all its abbreviations and arcane, military idiosyncrasies. ( Read more... )

Cold Water Untitled, draft One

I’m awake, but it’s too late to be. It’s getting harder and harder for me to sleep. I think it’s getting harder for everyone to sleep.

I can’t even smell the spring on the air anymore; the sky is a lifeless grey blanket sweeping from horizon to jagged horizon. It feels like I’m surrounded by that, by steel. In a way, there’s a truth. In the quiet space between my breaths, I can hear the scanner in my car, some dozen paces behind me with its door open. It breathes static and radio chatter that, a year ago, I wouldn’t have been able to make sense of for its abbreviations and arcane, military idiosyncrasies.
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And now I really have to go to bed. I'm becoming delirious.