Sleep
Monday, July 26, 2010
Light off, exhausted. Tomorrow I ride. It's a Saturday night in summer. The noise of the 'dodgy part' of Lausanne echoes up from the courtyard of the high-density block.
Glasses off, the night becomes a haze, visual memories of a long day. The night's glow carries the ever present whiff of cigarette smoke as orange mesh curtains flap gently through the open window. My senses are sharp, aside from the blurred darkness.
My neighbours, two Ghanan migrants, whoop in rolling French as an airhorn sounds. The nine forty-five Train Grand Vitesse rolls through Renens, clacking off the tall prefab concrete walls.
I can taste thick air and the smell of still unfamiliar washing powder lightly coats my pillow. I lie flat on the bare sheet in my boxers, uncovered. Staring into the blurred ceiling. My Swatch ticks loudly beside my head. The edges of my vision fade as my eyelids grow heavy. I yawn deeply and roll to the side.
The night is humid, vibrant, and I am exhausted. The stereo flicks from pulsating Lady Gaga to Massive Attack and my blurred vision turns to black sleep, surrounded by the quiet beat.
Glasses off, the night becomes a haze, visual memories of a long day. The night's glow carries the ever present whiff of cigarette smoke as orange mesh curtains flap gently through the open window. My senses are sharp, aside from the blurred darkness.
My neighbours, two Ghanan migrants, whoop in rolling French as an airhorn sounds. The nine forty-five Train Grand Vitesse rolls through Renens, clacking off the tall prefab concrete walls.
I can taste thick air and the smell of still unfamiliar washing powder lightly coats my pillow. I lie flat on the bare sheet in my boxers, uncovered. Staring into the blurred ceiling. My Swatch ticks loudly beside my head. The edges of my vision fade as my eyelids grow heavy. I yawn deeply and roll to the side.
The night is humid, vibrant, and I am exhausted. The stereo flicks from pulsating Lady Gaga to Massive Attack and my blurred vision turns to black sleep, surrounded by the quiet beat.
