Got around to some yogurt and fell asleep.
This is what he dreamt...
The town is beautiful at night.The sound of steam hissing through sewer lid holes...
distant police cars echoes and sometimes, plain wonderful quiet.
It seems like it all stands still. But it doesn't.
The smell of the cold air...
the invigorating feeling of it spreading in your lungs. You exhale.
The tiny vapors dissipate like unheard screams in a dark alley.
Lights...
colors on a black canvas, in small flickering dots or in large, almost vulgar ads hung on buildings.
Seeing them all reminds me of my job.
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