i finally became tired enough to write more of this...creation. i thought i better post the original piece also. the next part should follow shortly (ie. when it's finished). i hope you enjoy reading it.

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He shakes himself awake from the dreams that wander through his mind. his head sinks back to the pillow, as he realises his dreams are gone for the present. Pushing aside the various blankets and sheets he pulls on a pair of jeans that he finds on the floor. He looks around the room. At all the dull, subdued colours. Greys, browns. Dust gathering in the corners. Cracks and holes in the walls. I could have done worse, he thinks, but there is no comfort in it - he couldn't have done much worse.

He stumbles sleepily through his rooms. Memories from the previous night return to him, as he sees the blood on the mirror. A few broken mugs cover the table, and something syrupy drips on the floor to mix with more blood.

A brief search finds a rusty tin, half full of coffee. Two more searches find an unbroken mug, and a battered kettle of stale water. He refills the kettle and sets it on the single ring stove to heat. A final search reveals a rotting apple, and a lump of mouldy cheese. It doesn't matter, he can't eat anything just now anyway. He sits on a rickety chair and waits for the water to boil.