Tuesday, 10 March 2009

2. :: "face in his hands"

At around 4am Andrew rolls over and grabs a notepad and pen which he keeps on the bedside table. Less than a quarter of his mind is awake as he scribbles something down in the dark. The notepad and pen are placed back on the bedside table. Andrew rolls on to his back and forces his eyes open as wide as possible and looks up towards the lampshade on the ceiling. Sometimes in the night, just before pitchblack when the distant streetlamps still partly bleed through the blinds, sometimes Andrew stares at the lampshade hard enough that it seems to disappear into the darkness.

3 hours later Andrew wakes up again. This time the alarm clock is beeping away, it is the most abrasive noise known to man. Andrew pushes back the bed linen and swings his legs over the edge of the bed, sits there for a moment and puts his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. He reaches for the lamp, turns it on and sees the notepad lying on the table. He knows that he did something, wrote something down, but just can not remember what it was. Without picking up the pad he leans over and reads what is written on it. Andrew rolls his eyes, sighs, and puts his face right back in the palms of his hands. His head hurts because that is a thing that alcohol does sometimes.

The notepad has three words written on it, scribbled in ballpoint pen by a tired man, drunk and lonely, at 4am. The notepad has three words written on it. 'A nice woman'.

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