Before The End Of The World

It’s still morning! Thank God, it’s still morning!

***

I could hear many sounds, coming from various places, or were they in my head…? She must have got up rather early if the noise didn’t wake me up, though now I come to wonder if she had slept at all in that rainy November night. The room was empty, gray and squalid, infinitely grim and depressive…

***

“Wanna dance?” Her voice sounded as if coming from afar, so much so that it even gave me a start.
“Not right now, baby, a wee bit later, perhaps.”
“Promise?” Right there, right then, she looked like a kitten, begging with eyes to be taken home.
“I do…”

***

Still morning? Hadn’t the world plunged into an endless morning? I was listening to my favourite album and felt life running through my veins. I know that if I get up now, I won’t find her next to me. Merciless, I wrapped myself up with the duvet, wanting to drown the world out there in complete darkness.

***

Thank God, it was still morning – I had a whole day to find her before the end of the world.


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