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Normally I don’t like to publish unfinished stories, but I guess, even unfinished stories have a charming character, eh?
This night I woke up from a noise. It was a moaning and it got louder and louder. Being in this state of half awake and still half asleep, it took me several minutes to realise that it was my own moaning that woke me up.
It was as if I couldn’t stop myself, so I just turned around and inhaled deeply, wished for some more hours of sleep. With a sigh I fell asleep again. It was only two hours later that I woke up from another distracting dream.
My body was still tired and turned from side to side, indecisive whether to give it another go or to just get up and set an end to this troubled night.
I decided to do the latter, got up, walked into the kitchen and made coffee. I poured the hot water into the cup where one spoonful of instant coffee granules was lying on the bottom, like little broken bits and pieces of a big whole.
Waiting for the coffee to get a bit cooler, I went back into my room and sat down on my bed, legs spread, my elbows on them, my downward facing head watching the dark liquid move in the cup.
Gina Laventura © 2012