MIDNIGHT
Dark, very dark, I will not stumble, though. I know every inch of this place. I do not need any light.
This night—tossing and turning, strange visions flying across my mind—I am looking for something, searching through long streets that grow longer and longer as I walk. A mission. A goal. Endless streets, endless corners and curbs, beneath a strange yellow sky. Just as I realize the search is hopeless, whatever I am searching for does not exist; I start awake in a cold sweat.
Down the blackened hall, through the door, to this doubly dark room, and then towards the cot—five steps, no more. My hand finds it instantly, without a mistake, and I sit, though it creaks and trembles beneath my weight.
They wanted to take it away—I said no.
I think I hit someone.
I am not sure.
Sitting just where he sat, I look up into the absolute darkness.
It is many hours 'til dawn.
I wait.