It's Sunday.
You know one of those days, home, alone.
A bit pissed about all and nothing. Just bored. Wating for something to happen, but you know the next thing is going to happen is fucking Monday.
Sam is Sitting on his favorite chair, smowkin' a fag, thinking.
The funny thing is when you're bored, your thoughts go from shit to amazing in no time...sometimes.
Sam is there smoking in the dark, sitting on his lazy ass,listening, taking in the feeling of darkness that can be really conforting in those situations.
He is trying to see the contours of his furniture in this dim light, and at first you see nothing but the more you look the more you can see, Just like thoughts, the more you think, the deeper you go.
After a few seconds the first thought comes to you. Darkness, just like the begining of the universe.
First, totall darkness, but then in the fraction of a second it gets crazy, crazy hot, full of energy, light, and matter. All this in so little time.
Same in Sam's head, a thought, then light and energy -Execpt he isn't as fast as the Universe- You have a thought and you try to grab on to it and it's already expanding like crazy.
Burn.
"Dammit" He says after his fingers got burned by his fag.
He gets up.
He wakes the laptop from sleep mode.
Now they're Both awake, And in the pale light of his laptops screen, Sam starts writing.
