Forgettable

SLEEP Go to sleep. it is sleeping. ASLEEP    I'm falling asleep. SLEPT  Sorry I slept.  I slept, phone was in my hand the whole night. I feel like I'm the ultimate solution to all sorts of insomnia, but, I ain't lullaby, I'm Lucille.

How, how many hours I've stood continuously? How many exactly? So I start to do the elementary school math, I calculate the time in my mind.  Twelve plus five equals seventeen, seventeen minus nine equals eight. Eight, right? Should I reach out my fingers to make sure? I'm sure it's eight. Damn, back in the elementary school, I was left in the classroom after school because I couldn't memorize the multiplication table, me and other classmates were allowed to go home only when we remembered the results correctly.  I'm sure it's eight. I stood for eight hours today. Hey, anyone knows? I stood eight hours today! I can't feel my legs! Anyone cares? Hello? Anyone?

Outside the terminal, I stood in the -5°C darkness prior to dawn at 6:30 am, for 15 minutes. A shiny 999 passed by, another 777 passed by. Orange street lights surge on them. Morning.