Random Sequence

[scenario 144a]

Insomniac

Howard suffered from purgatorial sleeplessness. All night, he wandered the city's streets, a perambulating peripatetic. He would occasionally stop for a "godforsaken demitasse" at an all-night cafe, reasoning that a little more caffeine could not make the tiniest difference. Or he would haunt the midnight taverns, seaching for soporific desenitization in heavy spirits and the hardheaded melodiousness of an antiquated jukebox. Eventually, as the sky lightened, he would circle back, zombie-like, to his wretched apartment, and the invidious mockery of his anti-somnolent boudoir.

[not to be continued]