Roger, Andy, G
The twenty-third prompt from my table:
031. Sunrise
Roger watches the sunrise on April Fool’s Day from the wall-to-wall window in his hotel room.
As the pinks and oranges customary to a Florida sunrise wash through the room, Mirka snores on, one hand still stretched out underneath the couch.
It is a depressingly nice day, at least so far, and Roger feels a little cheated. He does not think he can deal with a cheerful sun today, so he draws the heavy curtains, flooding the room with comforting darkness. Mirka doesn’t even twitch, and Roger envies her uninterrupted sleep; he is appeased by the soul-sucking hangover that is waiting for her on the other side, however.
He is too tired to sleep, a feeling he is not unfamiliar with, and the sleeping pills he carries everywhere just in case are too far away for his rubbery limbs.
The phone rings in the other room, probably Mardy calling to make sure they survived the night, but it too is on the wrong side of a vast ocean of sterile white carpet.
Roger sighs as he flops onto the couch, curling around his ivory pillow from last night, trying, and failing miserably, not to think about April Fool’s’ past.
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031. Sunrise
Roger watches the sunrise on April Fool’s Day from the wall-to-wall window in his hotel room.
As the pinks and oranges customary to a Florida sunrise wash through the room, Mirka snores on, one hand still stretched out underneath the couch.
It is a depressingly nice day, at least so far, and Roger feels a little cheated. He does not think he can deal with a cheerful sun today, so he draws the heavy curtains, flooding the room with comforting darkness. Mirka doesn’t even twitch, and Roger envies her uninterrupted sleep; he is appeased by the soul-sucking hangover that is waiting for her on the other side, however.
He is too tired to sleep, a feeling he is not unfamiliar with, and the sleeping pills he carries everywhere just in case are too far away for his rubbery limbs.
The phone rings in the other room, probably Mardy calling to make sure they survived the night, but it too is on the wrong side of a vast ocean of sterile white carpet.
Roger sighs as he flops onto the couch, curling around his ivory pillow from last night, trying, and failing miserably, not to think about April Fool’s’ past.
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