A cigarette after another he blows as he awaits for
the phone to ring, it might be her, it might be them, it might be the life-time
chance he needed and it might be a friend, still he smiles, regrets nothing, it
was his choice he thinks, and now he has to deal of its outcome, sipping his
cold coffee he lights another cigarette, turns on the radio and sets in a dark
room, disoriented he starts talking to himself; “Good evening Sir,” “ Good evening,”
the conversation starts at 3:00am “how are we doing today?” “pretty well thanks
for asking, how ‘bout yourself?” he walks to the kitchen makes two cups of
coffee, “Cream and sugar?” he asks, “that would be exquisite” takes a seat and
start sipping his black coffee, “I can never understand how you add things to
fine bitter coffee, it doesn’t make any sense” in a loud voice he said, “what
does?” he stood in silence for few seconds, “what does what?” in a fearful tune
he asked, “what makes any sense, we were taught the word ‘sense’, and as humans
we have a margin of error so what makes sense in such a world” a dog barks in
the background, “he does if you ask me, something has got to make sense” sips
more black coffee, “quiet true my friend, but do you?” he closes his eyes for
few seconds, falls asleep for less than a minute, yet he felt it was a
life-time, “Good morning my friend, I see you’re still here, apologies for
falling asleep last night, I have been sleepless for days, care for some
coffee?” he walks to the kitchen although he noticed steam coming up his
coffee, yet he walks in anyway, “do you?” he turns back as if the sound he made
came from the living room, his heart beats faster and blood rushes into his
brain like never before, falls on the ground as the music fades, with his thumb
and index he closes his own eyes and whispers; “sleep well my friend I will
take care of this mess before I leave, I find it very weird that we almost look
identical, yet never met until last night” he said as he pick up those two cups
and started to clean the room, he then walks towards his bed, tuck himself in,
then walks to the front door, grabs they keys for his car drive for hours then
get back to his place, “Good morning my friend, time for you to wake up, I hope
you had a good sleep, you needed it after all” he said before crawling into his
empty bed, “as a matter of fact I did, I even had a dream of us having coffee,
and you asked for sugar and cream” he looks down his feet to find that his
shoes are still on, then laughs insanely with smoke filling his lungs, “I told
you that you don’t.”
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