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25. Insomnia
He could not stand it. The bed was too spacious without another body in it. It was hard to find the perfect spot to sleep, so he decided not to sleep at all.
He got up, and wandered around the empty flat a while, finally finding himself in the kitchen. There was nothing there, except the curry pot, left unwashed form the time they last had a meal together.
He hated curry; and there it was, the only thing that remained as a memory of his partner.
He thought of having some coffee, since he's awake anyway, but there was none. He remembered that he was to go shopping the other day, but he was too lonely to do it. The memories of fighting over the brand of coffee in the shop were too painful. Every other time he asked that stupid doctor to get some shopping for him. He just couldn't do it himself.
He left the kitchen with a feeling of uneasiness. The next place he got to was the balcony. He remembered how he used to brag about cigarettes here. He hated the smell, and yet it was still there.
Sitting on the cold floor, he watched the dusk.
He still couldn't fall asleep.
Every inch of the flat reminded him of the one he so unexpectedly lost, and he could not live without.
Shivering form the cold, he got back to the bedroom, and lied on the bad, waiting to drop dead form insomnia.
It was the third day that he couldn't find peace at sleep. If he carried on like this, he would surely pass out some time, and maybe then, he would find what he was looking for.
Who he was looking for, to be more exact.
Suddenly his eyelids became to fall and he became dizzy. He closed his eyes, and then an image appeared. He could hear the voice, saying 'go to sleep, you idiot'. If he had any strength left, he would start arguing that he's not an idiot. But he had none left.
He drifted into darkness, with that image in his mind.
He couldn't help but whine.
