2:00
On the dot.
Gently humming, a cool electric breeze brushes past my legs. I lay, basked in a dim digital glow, images of people flashing before closed eyes.
I wait, more for the seclusion of slumber than the coming of day.
The washroom beckons.
Sailor, shaky on new legs, blinded by darkness, meanders carefully through the portals, well known to the sleepless traveler. Brilliant light illuminates pink tiles.
Return steps taken in greater confidence. Toes smash noisily into dark, shapeless, lifeless matter. No pain, merely annoyance. Concern for the potential disturbance of slumber, well earned by those so blessed, momentarily flashes through the mind.
Never mind, their sleep is deep.
Fortunate.
I return to bed, bathed once again in digital winds and electric light.
Momentarily, I contemplate the future, then turn to the images, seeking their company as I pass through another restless night.
2:09
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