CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
He had been awake for how long he did not know and was too weary to guess and decided that he would simply never sleep again. He got up and dragged himself out of his bedroom, instinctively reached for the light switch but stopped as the light of dawn was more than adequate, and went downstairs. He opened his curtains wide. It was truly beautiful outside, he hadn't been up at this time for so long. He felt the compulsion to actually go out and breathe in the morning airs, but he was in his pyjamas and his self-conscious side (which was not inconsiderable) would not risk him being seen in such a state of dress. Perhaps the back garden, he thought.
He opened the patio doors. He could hear birds singing and was quite taken aback by how loud they were. He stepped out onto the soft grass. He felt more alive than he had in what seemed like years. Maybe it was years. He always went to bed late and would lie in the dark for hours with his worries running through his head, but even he would be asleep at this time. Not this morning. He felt angry at himself for missing out on this for all those years, that he'd wasted all that time sleeping. No more. He walked to the bottom of his garden and looked around. The naked woman in the garden next door caused him to do a double-take.
"Good morning," she said, cheerily.
"Err, good morning," he said, with a quick look and only at her face.
"I thought I was the only one who got up this early," she said.
"Clearly," he observed. She laughed.
"We've lived next door to each other for nearly a year now, you know," she said. "And this is the first time we've talked. And I'd just like to tell you...YOU'RE GOING TO DIE! HORRIBLY! HAHAHAHAHA!"
He woke with a start. He always woke with a start.
"Bloody dreams," he mumbled. He looked at the clock. It was 8:30. He could hear children outside, heading to school. He had missed the quiet dawn yet again. He just couldn't stay awake long enough. Perhaps he'd only ever see it in dreams. Perhaps he'd only ever see her in dreams. That day, that wonderful day eight months ago when he'd seen her out there, at 5am, and she hadn't seen him...that may have been his only chance. He was too shy to talk to her when anyone else was awake. And having her naked, well, he felt it would almost put them on even-standing. He sighed and tried to get back to sleep.
He opened the patio doors. He could hear birds singing and was quite taken aback by how loud they were. He stepped out onto the soft grass. He felt more alive than he had in what seemed like years. Maybe it was years. He always went to bed late and would lie in the dark for hours with his worries running through his head, but even he would be asleep at this time. Not this morning. He felt angry at himself for missing out on this for all those years, that he'd wasted all that time sleeping. No more. He walked to the bottom of his garden and looked around. The naked woman in the garden next door caused him to do a double-take.
"Good morning," she said, cheerily.
"Err, good morning," he said, with a quick look and only at her face.
"I thought I was the only one who got up this early," she said.
"Clearly," he observed. She laughed.
"We've lived next door to each other for nearly a year now, you know," she said. "And this is the first time we've talked. And I'd just like to tell you...YOU'RE GOING TO DIE! HORRIBLY! HAHAHAHAHA!"
He woke with a start. He always woke with a start.
"Bloody dreams," he mumbled. He looked at the clock. It was 8:30. He could hear children outside, heading to school. He had missed the quiet dawn yet again. He just couldn't stay awake long enough. Perhaps he'd only ever see it in dreams. Perhaps he'd only ever see her in dreams. That day, that wonderful day eight months ago when he'd seen her out there, at 5am, and she hadn't seen him...that may have been his only chance. He was too shy to talk to her when anyone else was awake. And having her naked, well, he felt it would almost put them on even-standing. He sighed and tried to get back to sleep.
