Sunday, 12 August 2018

Mo



Mo.

I am lying in bed, having been in the deepest of sleeps, when I am suddenly woken by the loud ‘bang’ of the front door. I listen as Martin calls out to me in the darkness, and I try to open my eyes to answer him in return, but they just feel so heavy. My whole body seems to be struggling to keep up with what my mind wants it to do these days, but that’s what comes with old age I guess.
When the room finally comes into focus, I’m surprised by how dark it is, the street lamps are alight outside, and they bathe the room in a soft orange glow.
“I must have slept all day again” I think to myself with a sigh “What a waste”.