I sat up to meet my neighbour positioned against the wall with dark circles painted around his eyes.
"You don't sleep?" I asked, genuinely curious.
He shook his head and sighed.
"How can you sleep when dying screams are echoing from miles away?"
I opened and closed my mouth, surprised at being delivered with a deep and thoughtful reply.
"I don't know. I just got used to it." I yawned; sleep had no been drawn from my limp body.
He smiled. "Have you ever been outside?"
"Not that I can remember.Why do you ask?"
He smiled and turned to me.
"You remind me of the outside. So innocent but dangerous." Now his eyes were glazed over with memories. And my heart pounded against my chest.
"How so?" I early whispered, my eyes were now wide with curiosity.
He weirdly blinked one eye at me and lay down in his usual spot.
"That's a tale for another day." He yawned.
But before I could protest, the room was welcomed to his soft snores.
And those same snores were the ones that sent me to sleep...
YOU ARE READING
200 DAYS
Science FictionI was never afraid of death. I couldn't be. How could I be afraid of it when I'm as good as dead?
