Trouble Sleeping
The writer does not own Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Ellen Page, the characters they portray, or Inception.
Won't say that I'm falling in love
Tell me I don't seem myself
Trouble Sleeping – Corinne Bailey Rae
He sits with Charles Dickens on his lap,
a steaming mug of coffee by his side,
His half-smoked cigarette glowing.
The clock inches forward,
One minute, two,
and he reaches to cast his red die across the floor.
It rolls to a four.
He drags the cigarette to his lips once more,
breathes in deep, and then drops it on the floor,
Grinding it to a stub.
Time moves on,
he remains motionless at his seat,
Watching spirals of smoke
Dissipate into the atmosphere.
Arthur has been having trouble sleeping.
She sits with Edith Piaf wafting from the radio,
An empty pack of Provigil on the table,
Her sketches strewn across the floor.
The clock inches forward,
One minute, two,
And she reaches to tip her bishop on her table.
It falls to the right.
She draws a line or two once more,
admires the dark curves on paper, created at her hands,
And then tears up everything.
Time moves on,
She remains motionless at her seat,
Listening to cries of
Non ! Je ne regrette rien.
Ariadne has been having trouble sleeping.
The two – dare I say lovers? - sit across a small wooden table,
Pretending to stare into blank space,
But really staring at each other.
They're trying to take in everything,
What they love and what they will miss
When her plane leaves,
And his next job arrives.
There is no wonder why they have been having trouble sleeping.
A/N:
I know, this is depressing.
I was reading tons of overly fluffy A/A fics and needed something with a darker twist.
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