(exert from Sisyphus)
The shade was blow sideways by the revolving fan, opening one of the suns arteries on to my face. I tried like a pre-med student to force the golden blood back in, to stop it from screaming into my eyes, and few things are as terrible as trying to force blood back into a body. I pulled one of the curtains off the wall and i tied it around my head like a tunicate. Christ, back to sleep.
