Niggling feeling that I was given messages of doom while I lay half-asleep and I failed to pay them any heed and now it's too late. What remedial action can there be when it's doom anyway?
It must have to do with reading a book with an escalating body count. I should have read impenetrable science or economics for the right amount of torpor as a prelude to deep sleep.
Instead, I lay half-asleep until I became half-awake when the trucks arrived. From the sound of it, they had brought metal in preparation for what is going to be a whole day's roof-laying today. At 5am, two men were sleepily hammering at something on the not-yet-laid roof.
(When I say the roof will be 'laid', where on the spectrum from egg to person does a roof - well - 'lie'?)
Somewhere, over all the sounds that continue to overwhelm sleep, is the more-insistent scent of Peltophorum. The roads are carpeted a sulphurous yellow and when I lay awake at night, trying desperately to sleep, to keep the noises off but welcome the scents in, I look for that colour behind my eyelids.
It must have to do with reading a book with an escalating body count. I should have read impenetrable science or economics for the right amount of torpor as a prelude to deep sleep.
Instead, I lay half-asleep until I became half-awake when the trucks arrived. From the sound of it, they had brought metal in preparation for what is going to be a whole day's roof-laying today. At 5am, two men were sleepily hammering at something on the not-yet-laid roof.
(When I say the roof will be 'laid', where on the spectrum from egg to person does a roof - well - 'lie'?)
Somewhere, over all the sounds that continue to overwhelm sleep, is the more-insistent scent of Peltophorum. The roads are carpeted a sulphurous yellow and when I lay awake at night, trying desperately to sleep, to keep the noises off but welcome the scents in, I look for that colour behind my eyelids.
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When I say the roof will be 'laid', where on the spectrum from egg to person does a roof - well - 'lie'?
It reminded me of the joke about Eric Clapton's song that it really should have been titled "Lie down Sally" :)
That said, just reading your closing paragraph triggered mild pollen allergy.
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