MAC
06-11-2003, 09:25 PM
*MAC sits back on the soft plush couch in THT's rec-room to think about the day...and how to escape it. The breeze kicked up by the early summer rain sifts through the room muffling all noises form outside and bringing a soft humidity to the coolness of the couch cushions. Soon he sits motionless, arms crossed on his chest, breathing slowly as the show begins in theatre of his semi-consciousness. The faces of the night come to visit on a wednesday afternoon and the old smells and touches are still clear despite the sounds of the day bleeding through in the background. 30 minutes feels like 4 hours and waking is like the first leap into the lake in spring. A snort, a blink and one eye squeezes closed against the light while one eye searchs the room to see who caught him sleeping*
up too late chatting I guess.
but I needed that nap.
I hope you got enough sleep at werk today.
up too late chatting I guess.
but I needed that nap.
I hope you got enough sleep at werk today.