run

it is three in the night. deathly silence.

he is alone. people have long gone.

many years back. or was it months.

he has no idea.

now he is all by himself. and there are memories. to nurse him.

and that has put paid to any chance of sleep as well.

his sleep.

the milk's on the gas. a hot glass won't do any harm. or will it.

he looks in the mirror. when was the last time he saw his true self.

months.

he does not even remember his original face. those million surgeries, those countless, painful after effects. those scars. the mental ones.

his thoughts are interuppted by a noise. have they found him?

the milk's overboiled. overflowed. a kitten's lapping it away.

kit's soon still. gone. kaput. traversed to the world beyond.

he gets the answer to his previous question.

he is not alone after all.