Posts Tagged: sleep
Nick the boatman drifted to sleep. He was awaken by the noise of other boats approaching the fondamenta. He straightened up, looked towards the opening at the end of the Calle of the Ovens, where Cillian has disappeared, then lowered
Cillian spent the night dismantling the coins, meting the metal, comparing, weighting and sampling. He drifted to sleep on the couch twice for a few minutes at a time, fully dressed.
When Julia woke up, it seemed to her as she had slept for a week. On the sofa, in the living room, she found Todd the pianist listening to Gaia. Did Todd find a way to stop the passing of time?
Who are you, asked Julia. My name is Kyoko, my memory brings me to this room every night, to repair what is broken. Julia looked around her, the bare room still in the darkness.
Julia fell asleep early that night. Later, a movement woke her abruptly. Illuminated by the moonlight, an old woman was sitting at the end of her bed. Good night, the woman said.
Julia opened her eyes. She heard the sound of water around her, still she was dry, in a bed, around her metal walls covered with small photographs. Sailboats and open seas. The water lulled her back to sleep. Julia
Julia, wake up! … We have to go, it’s a beautiful night. … I’m going, if you don’t get up, I’ll go alone. Where are you going? To the terrace, to watch the stars. I’m coming, wait for me. For