A moon shines between clouds, mesmerizing but maybe, maybe not enough to be a corpse in a coffee shop’s corner, holding a cold cup and staring at the window. Past sunlight’s night and you’re numb like in a dream but the prerequisite of sleep needs your lacking consciousness. And they may think you’re dead and who knows, looking so intensely might make blood seep out of your eyes. A person walking on the sidewalk thinks you’re posing for a picture — moonlight’s on you and the shop’s perfectly teal. Earth waits for you tomorrow. You shall go home, but it’s already too late and the alley to your driveway must be dark. Get up. You know you should. But you’ve been here so long that you fear an awakening will shock your body into a coma. Medicines are too costly anyway. Soon enough the employees catch the contagious fear — one of whom proposed to be awake all night. ‘Maybe he’s dead,’ one whispers and the others delve into deep consideration. Everyone knows no one’s thinking, they pretend, and their eyes too see the window and the moon. After all, time might skip a beat to the morning. They’re stuck in the same moonlight trance — they’re as you as you are the window.
Another solid one. Well done 👏 👏👏