4:13 am. I woke up to a distant riff that keeps echoing in my head. It sounds like a rhythmic screech; like sharp nails scratching a chalkboard. Sigh... It's nauseating to be up so early. I can see black and white landscapes spread across the ash-tray. An obscure looking lava lamp stands on the desk. It has no memory of how it got there. Coffee mugs and bean bags lay spent on the floor; reminds one of children after school, on a summer afternoon. A violent tornado that emerged through the door yesterday is now spread out flat on the rug, like a quiet painting. Dazed flies are animating above last night’s left over in a corner. I can hear some tapping coming from the ceiling. The artist upstairs has developed a thing for avant-garde pieces. His latest project is a sketch. He adds one random detail to it everyday, not knowing where it's headed. Last time I checked, it looked like a park. But then, it could be a jungle by now. And that reminds me, my neighbour’s pet feline died yesterday. That cat was wisely named “Cat”. Apparently it ate an infected mouse. Poor Cat. It used to love the park outside our building. It almost owned the green territory. Only if it wasn’t for that sick mouse...
I think Red once made a portrait of the Cat. I will go check with him sometime. But that's another matter. Why am I not worried about the room right now?? There’s a guy with green paint all over his hands who is lying passed out on my rug! Could it be the coffee?? I should have never accepted the present he brought. For now, god only knows what came out of that tall box. My mind needs to get some rest. Probably later I can try recalling the events from last night. Hmm... I need to figure out what killed my friend, Mouse.
