The bed welcomes you for a soft slumber.
Sleep.
Sweet dreams.
As you are about to drift off, the phone rings. You clumsily reach up and hold it to your ear.
Blurred faces and distorted forms blend into each other as you will yourself into darkness.
The murmurs of Portofiro fade into nothing, as do you.
The stillness of the room quietens your mind as you settle down.
The anticipation of a decent rest pulls you towards the pillow.
Not yet. [Leave.]
Branch
The waking world awaits.
The dimming world awaits.
The darkness outside awaits.