I woke up this morning with that look on my face.
What sort of terror that has got to me, i wondered. I put both hands on my face, and I could feel my wet facial skin, either from tears or sweats, I did not know. I pulled my hair backwards and cleaned my face up with my towel. I sat down on the bed and slowly resting my back against the cold, white concrete wall with an old, weak pillow in between. With still tired eyes I took a look around the dark room that was full with emptiness. Morning wind blew slowly through an opened window, the curtain waved as it did. The wall clock at the top of the green soft board was dead, so was the alarm clock. My wristwatch showed the time to be precisely 5.54am.
Two hours sleep.
I pulled the old yellow comforter up to my legs. Slowly the images I saw in my dreams. As vivid as they could be, they haunted me down in the course of a daily routine, vigorously speaking. The same dream all over again.
I'm afraid to go to sleep tonight.
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Though I’m past one hundred thousand miles,I’m feeling very still,And I think my spaceship knows which way to go,Tell my wife I love her very much,she knows.David Bowie - Space Oddity