Another Night

A (very) short story… one for rainy days.

Image taken and edited by the author.

Smoke filled the room. He lay flat, eyes open — glazed over, bloodshot. Irritated by the fog of his own creation and a lack of sleep. He was owned by a temporary insomnia he simply couldn’t shake. His nighttime routine remained unchanged, as in, it was still pure chaos. He would find himself submerged in darkness, still surrounded by the sounds of the living, breathing, pulsating city outside of…