In that heightened sense of awareness that comes with no sleep, he drifts from here to there with little sense of time. Sometimes fast. Sometimes slow.
When he sleeps again, it will be for a thousand years, so he wants to enjoy being awake while he can. He's gone for three days now.
The flowers smell sweet. The air is warm. He rests his cheek against dewy grass and closes his eyes, just for a moment.
Paddy Dobson
6th January 2023