Sojourn
There are moments of waking, in the still, darkness of night; the question echoes, an almost silent thought; where am I? There’s a displacement when consciousness is first roused. Sometimes there are several of these moments in the seemingly eternal night. Sleep is heavy here. Short, usually. The journey weighs, the phantom weight on his shoulders, even as the backpack sits slumped in a corner and he rests his back on the heated floor. His eyes heavy as this foreign continent disappears and he drifts again to the oblivion of sleep. The journey has begun, this journey; his previous sojourn […]