Smoke Long Stories

Drops (Day 154: 09/04/13)

It’s 3am and I’m awoken to the sound of rain, but also the feel. The cabin hatches leak all around. I scrabble to strategically place rags here and there to catch the water. This has become a sort of ritual. Tara II’s little joke. I become less disoriented each time, but right now it is pouring and new leaks are appearing. I do my dance and can’t help but let out a small laugh. Words come to me, great words, but I’ll forget them tomorrow. Damn alcohol. The drops will continue until the rain lets off. I roll over and fall away.

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