Shoo

The howling wind and the blinking clock keeps us company tonight. Dick. Dock. Dick. Dock.

The dog on the floor refuses to move. It’s a storm outside. Coconut trees and thatches scream. The wind is warm but freezes you with its water percentage. Salt. Salt. The salt in your eyes as you twist and turn in this soggy bed crumbling under our collective weight. I have lived many such nights. 3 hours post dinner your stomach is empty again. Smoke smoke every now and then keeps it numb from understanding. I have lived many such nights. When a familiar figure next to you writhes while you watch in abandoned curiosity. These are the give take moments. You don’t know if you’re giving or taking. These nights. Also when 3 hours post dinner you are still drinking. You can’t take it you know. You just belch. But you keep taking in the alcohol in controlled sips. The sleep is all over your body. It manifests itself in the form of a shallow irritation in your eyes. That’s where you fight back from. One longish wink and you’re dead. The body has already surrendered.