Saturday:
Not having mowed the grass in the graden I felt sleepy. The clouds gathered and the weather turned from sunny into rainy. And the rain started. Drops hit the roof of the house. I started to read a newspaper and felt extremely sleepy.
Getting sleepy was like turning dead. Being half awake and half asleep was a state in which I felt like in a coma. I imagined it was like being dead. Noone cared about you, you realized that you're alone but aware of the state, and that bliss, overpowering bliss, eternally. I heard the rain drops hiting the roof, very gently almost touching it.
And noone cared, I was alone and drifitng, falling into a slumber...Bye, bye, bye.
Not having mowed the grass in the graden I felt sleepy. The clouds gathered and the weather turned from sunny into rainy. And the rain started. Drops hit the roof of the house. I started to read a newspaper and felt extremely sleepy.
Getting sleepy was like turning dead. Being half awake and half asleep was a state in which I felt like in a coma. I imagined it was like being dead. Noone cared about you, you realized that you're alone but aware of the state, and that bliss, overpowering bliss, eternally. I heard the rain drops hiting the roof, very gently almost touching it.
And noone cared, I was alone and drifitng, falling into a slumber...Bye, bye, bye.