Apr 03, 2009 23:09
If the dark shape of the man passed out at the foot of a tree not too far from the lake looks like he stinks, it is probably because he does. Too much wine, beer and mead; all mingled up with stale sweat, anger and heartbreak.
The wine helps him sleep. The beer pushes him over into being so wasted he doesn't care anymore. The mead, mostly, is for a change from the monotony.
The rest is thanks to the nightmares of a foreign land, a woman who wouldn't love him and that moment, just after waking, when you remember everything.
His skin is cold and clammy to the touch.
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