2:30 am and he was still awake,
he usually could sleep whenever and in whatever situation,
a break from all realities anytime he wished!
but not tonight! tonight he was loosing his sole superpower!
sound of traffic, low humming of the damn fridge, gentle drip of the tab , high-pitched squealing of a mosquito and constant arguing of the couple next door were perhaps the reasons.
or maybe it was just him and his thoughts.
maybe he was just too tired to sleep.
maybe it was just the fear,
merciless mosquito!
staring out the awkwardly positioned window, he enjoyed the amazing view. nothingness covered by lights and shadows!  the window faced the exterior of opposite building just less than a feet away! revealing nothing but walls. the building walls were lit by  dim street lights just a few stories below. he wondered how many people , just on the other side of that wall, are tring to survive. survive , survive , survive… we are all just tring to survive arnt we?! adopt and survive! a broken piece of cornish , just above the window, had definitely survived. he could only see as much details as the darkness alowed him to. but it was definitely there and was the only standing evidence of a once decorated cornish surrounding the walls.
the stronger one!
what if there was no time?