pipedream; darkness

Your head is so heavy you can't keep it from slumping to the left, making the world look new and interesting. Justin is asleep right next to you, on the mattress on the floor in the dark unfurnished room. Not even a lamp, you think, and try to figure out where the moon is in the sky from watching the way the white light falls on the small window near the ceiling.

He was awake earlier. Justin. You're glad he isn't, now. You're tired of the way he keeps trying to deal with things that... aren't logical, can't be dealt with. Like the fact that you have been here for many hours now, but your cell phones haven't made a noise. You know they're turned on, and working, because the little icon shows the reception is excellent, but you can't call out. Justin tried again and again earlier, punching in numbers and listening to the absolute silence. You didn't try after the first time it failed.

You're tired, but you don't want to sleep. Justin is already doing that, hogging your right thigh. The wall behind you is cold, the way all walls below ground level are. Your mind tells you stories about starvation and filth, but you can't find the will to care. If it mattered enough, it would be different, right?

Justin is still breathing a damp warm spot on your pants.