“….Madras.”
”..Mm…?”
”..I’m…very tired. Madras, I am very tired..”
“Then why aren’t you asleep?”
“…My shoulders ache.”
“…Well that’s just the weight of the world, I’m sure it’ll be better tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
“…Tomorrow…Tomorrow…Tomorrow…
….Madras.”
“…Mm..?”
“Will you..still be here when I wake?”
”..Hm…Probably not, this is a dream, after all.”
“Blast.”
/quietly squeals into a pillow