The perennial problem of falling asleep
Never happened, never had overslept and missed work. I did not know what that meant, so I was desperate in the bathroom, brushing his teeth at about the same time put the tie. MirĂ³
time on the phone, but recalled that that was precisely why he had been dormigo: the machine had run out of battery. The black screen was like a laugh in the face. Damn, he yelled at anyone. He finished
grooming. Nor had the ability to call and inform the work that was delayed. It was important to have a landline, how many times he had told his mother. That's everything to a housing trust filled plastic circuits was not a safe idea. But now it was hopeless, of no reproach unto him he was doing.
searched his bag, quickly ordered the papers on the table and returned to the room after realizing he had forgotten his wallet. It took a last look in the mirror to make sure that at least she went out dress.
closed the door and called the elevator. He pressed the button several times, but the light was on, he did not. Just that day I had to break down, he thought obfuscated.
walked down the stairs, careful not to step wrong with the trouble. The seven floors it agitated. Reached the ground floor door with almost breathless. Recklessly opened and hit the streets.
hurry walked in the direction of the corner of the next block, where there was a taxi parking. I could not afford to save and go by bus line. He was behind in ... I could not figure it, I knew the time.
repaired then ask when someone ... to look around, startled. Could not be true. He stopped, he observed to one side of the street and the next. No one was there. Even cars. He had made half a block and had not noticed. Now that, not only caught his attention, but to be frightened.
He walked a few streets, observing the same landscape. Even the buildings and facades looked weathered. In some areas, the weeds growing between the flagstones of the sidewalk. Nor were birds across the sky or stray dogs wandering in the trash. There was not even trash.
walked past a supermarket. The door was open but nobody was inside. The shelves were full, but some seem to view food in poor condition. However, there was no smell of decay or anything resembling it. As if, in the case have been defeated, that would have occurred long ago ... That idea did
back. Panic wanted to win land on his head, but reassured himself that it was only a bad dream. Could not be anything else, of course not, where anything could be all in that time ...
On the sidewalk a newsstand seemed empty, except for a single copy of a diary, kept in the window within a nylon. The date was wrong, there were still fifteen years ...
No. He said he could not be. Could not have been asleep so long, it had gathered dust, his mother would have called, the landlord should have evicted him in the job, which just never late, they should have contacted ... no, something was wrong. He noted
then that there was no breeze. The air was static. He took the diary of nylon and the cover sheet, cut his hand. He knew how painful it was paper cut, but that burning pit and Solvent Based felt as he confirmed that it was not part of a dream.
What was it? Your destination perhaps, but did not like. Had he survived at all? And if so, how? But ... What about vehicles? Thousands of questions as they arose was a new step and I noticed another detail that had not noticed before.
solitude around him was huge and the trouble he had minutes earlier and had no reason to be. The only thing I thought Over the next five days, before taking his life was actually fell asleep a long, long time.
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