Coma

(Dedicated to my beloved insomnia)




Hush… Shhh… Silence…



Silence.

Everywhere.

Every inch.

Silence.



He drops the pin.

Silence.

The pin has sunk into silence.



He claps.

Silence.

His hands become invisible to each other.



He bangs His head on a wall.

Silence.

Wall? No wall exists inside a boundary-less block of noise.



He wants to get out. He can’t. He has to. He will not. He should. He doesn’t.



He jumps. He flies. He glides. He swims.



He crashes.



He’s hurt. He’s sad. He’s cold. He’s sleepy.



He yawns.



And silence breaks down. Silence is over. Silence is history. Silence is banished. Silence no more.



Now, it’s Echo’s time.



He hears yawns.



Everybody, it is yawning time. Everybody, now sleep!