The Pivot

The road ahead is predicable 

Its bumps and knocks expected...

Almost 15 years ...

A path well-worn,
but heavy steps grow slower.

Change whispers.
A small smile grows larger —
a call.

Step.
Pause.
Step.

The horizon
widens.


My Breath returns.

Licked Fingers

Fingers they be licked.

Stomach it be full. 

Greasy chips be in 

ZING !

Dopamine

Sleepy eyelids

heavy limbs,

oh that wonderful pillow taunts me

        
     move away from that glowing screen, move just move get up



But there is more - there is always more



I need …     ….  more


Cold sweat, clammy hands, the lights go out

a warm blanket and socks on my feet.

    
    More just one more, there is something there, it will be the next one for sure


NAGGING me SCREAMING at me


Sleep oh just go to sleep


1% comes


     and at last and the light flickers out.

        
        My eyelids slide slowly across red scratchy eyes,
    a wave of somnolence crashes into me


My chest falls, my muscles relax - relief,


    Sleep - your warm embrace, the relief - was it good? -was the day well used?


15 330 done

rice

​White and fluffy

With a side of carrots. 

Please eat your rice.

Cauliflower and butter chicken,

On the end of a fork. 

Please, please eat your rice.

Cake in the fridge

The rice on the floor.

The Train Ride

Jacob hadn't been on a train before. It was unusual for someone from his town to even venture beyond the walls of their small village. 

Uneasily he fastened the seat belt that had previously hung across the  dirty seat he was now sitting on. Outside, through the frost fringed windows he could see the lights of Trabanath faintly through the snow. 

By now the watchmen would have closed the gates and the night guard begun prowling the perimeter. Unless you were a wraith, you didn't want to be outside. 

Jacob had never really spoken to a wraith before, though he had heard the stories. Every kid in Trabanath had. Wraiths were the only humans among them who could venture outside the village.

He then logically assumed that even now it was wraiths that were commanding the train he was currently about to travel on. 

The doors to the terrible weather outside hissed shut, not before a few flakes of snow drifted through the door and onto the worn steel floor of the train. This cabin, likely salvaged from the