Last Train to Midnight

A rogue pinhead width ray of bright, untamed sunlight pierced the tiniest gap in the heavy curtains that hung across the dirty window, and reached, like a laser in its accuracy, into the inner corner of my eye, the corner that always remains ever so slightly open, even in the deepest of slumbers.  I struggled to pull my eyelid up from its sticky haven and finally having done so jerked my head away to escape the torturous interrogation of the sun..  The sudden movement made my head swirl and a wave of nausea threatened, briefly, to overcome my feeling of fragility, but having recovered for a second or two I lay back down, gently resting my aching head and feeling the soft feather filled pillow mould itself around me.

            It was much later that a couple of irate tourists woke me next by shouting outside my partially opened window.  The curtains, thankfully, had stopped the beams of sun from entering further into my dark world of night, which I had hoped would last longer than it apparently had, and they now did neither allow the stale air to escape nor the fresh, clean air from outside to permeate through the room.

            The terrible thumping and aching in my head was no longer confined to that particular area, but seemingly it had spread to my neck, my shoulders, and my grumbling stomach, which begged for the sustenance I was too wary to