3:47 in the morning. Woken up from a strange, yet comforting dream, he hears the rain thrashing down onto the saturated concrete outside. But inside it couldn’t be dryer. The heating had come on in the middle of the night. He left the radiator on at 5 before he went to sleep. Cocooned inside his overlarge duvet, he protects himself from the heat outside the bed, but can feel his face and toes toasting away with immense satisfaction. Especially since he remembers he doesn’t have to go to school in a couple of hours. He doesn’t go back until Monday. The tatty holidays. Originally, youths would ask farmers to pick their potatoes for them in the holiday, to earn a little more pocket money. But nowadays, they just hang around the street in their big jackets with a cheap bottle of whisky. He hasn’t been plastered for a while, he thinks. But he doesn’t really care all that much, he’d rather just stay sober for the rest of his potentially monotonous life than drink with those. He hears a car going past his house and down the street. He wonders what kind of people would be in the car at this time. It could be a family coming back from holiday. Car journeys can be very long to get up to where he lives. Or maybe it’s just someone working nightshift. The light shines through his somewhat-translucent curtains, which makes him screw his face up temporarily. He rubs one leg over the other, bringing out an instant sweat. He thinks it must be hotter than what it feels like. He wonders if he turned thelight on his face would be as red as Her cape :) He doesn’t try though, because he is planning on not moving away from his bed until the sun stops shining on his Richey Edwards poster, which, on a clear morning, would be about 10:30 at this time of year. He also notices that even if he gets up for the toilet, the intense heat will hit him, but, more importantly, he will never get back the perfect-ness of the position of the duvet. So he smiles to himself, and listens adoringly to the rain thrashing down outside. Life doesn’t get much better than this. _______________________________________________________________________ FSmail - Get your free web-based email from Freeserve: www.fsmail.net +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+