he belonged to a very different and rare clan of people. the nocturnal clan. one of the most mysterious, bohemian kind of homo-sapiens. no, he was not suffering from insomnia. he was awake of choice, not of any disorder. although going to sleep now will be a very difficult task for him, as this is more of a habit now. and he does not have the slightest intention of changing this habit, this is one of the coolest habits he has.
he was in his room, lying on his bed, watching another documentary about whether the NASA people landed on moon or not. he watched the whole forty five minutes documentary, without being sure if he even gave a shit to it. while watching, he was in his own universe. his brain wandered in all directions, making very weird pictures sometimes. he was astonished by the imaginative capacity of his brain. at one point the picturesque was so vivid that he actually thought he is floating in space, wearing that seven layer cosmo suit and all the flying gears. he felt like a fucking prodigy. thats why I stay awake, he said to himself.
but now the documentary was over, and he had no idea what to do in his life now. he can't try to sleep because if he does and succeeds, he will surely miss the college tomorrow. and college anyways provides enough time to complete the daily quota of sleep. he looked around to find something worth spending time on, but in the pile of beer cans and food wrappers, he found nothing alluring. the door creaked open. apparently he was not the only one with nocturnal characteristics.
"whatsup?"
"thats a question mark, apparently APOLLO missions were quite fraudulent"
"oh!, the flag moved, you saw?"
"more dominant fact was the shadow, i think"
"yeah whatever man, you hungry?"
"kind of yeah"
the two people search the whole flat for something eatable, and in the end, in some other room mate's closet, they find one single packet of maggi. they are done for the night!
he was in his room, lying on his bed, watching another documentary about whether the NASA people landed on moon or not. he watched the whole forty five minutes documentary, without being sure if he even gave a shit to it. while watching, he was in his own universe. his brain wandered in all directions, making very weird pictures sometimes. he was astonished by the imaginative capacity of his brain. at one point the picturesque was so vivid that he actually thought he is floating in space, wearing that seven layer cosmo suit and all the flying gears. he felt like a fucking prodigy. thats why I stay awake, he said to himself.
but now the documentary was over, and he had no idea what to do in his life now. he can't try to sleep because if he does and succeeds, he will surely miss the college tomorrow. and college anyways provides enough time to complete the daily quota of sleep. he looked around to find something worth spending time on, but in the pile of beer cans and food wrappers, he found nothing alluring. the door creaked open. apparently he was not the only one with nocturnal characteristics.
"whatsup?"
"thats a question mark, apparently APOLLO missions were quite fraudulent"
"oh!, the flag moved, you saw?"
"more dominant fact was the shadow, i think"
"yeah whatever man, you hungry?"
"kind of yeah"
the two people search the whole flat for something eatable, and in the end, in some other room mate's closet, they find one single packet of maggi. they are done for the night!
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