Deadles

So long have I been awake without sleep that my brain has given me a buzzing in my ears: a sign that its function is at despair. I think I’ll go and play with my acquaintances, the rabbits, outside. Perhaps like them I’ll jump under a speeding car. It’s their sport. I open the balcony doors and enter the realm external to my house. It’s a cold night, and small clumps of water molecules are so abundant in the air that one could swipe his hand around seemingly empty space and gather enough liquid on it to need to wipe it on his newly bought pants. My acquaintances, the rabbits, have been waiting for me the entire duration of the night. I turn around to find myself in my house again; for some reason this surprises me but I have no time to dwell on such thoughts as I am eager to join my acquaintanced rabbits. I blindly walk down some stairs into the darkness and nearly fall. Actually I do fall but the purpose of steps is to make each fall very small. I am now in the darkness and need to find the main doors to my house. I turn right and walk into a wall. That strikes me as very peculiar as I know with high certainty that there is no wall to the right of the stairs. I then realize that I have been forgetting which direction is which I turn on my own axis and head to the main doors of my mansion. I open them to a dark, cold night but am astounded to find that I have exited not my shelter but Allegro, a restaurant in Prague, and that I too am in Prague. I look behind me to find a waiter who tells me some gibberish in English. At this point I feel stupid because I myself speak English. “What?” “You, vould you like to step into ze reztaurant, or ze street? You hav been ztanding here for almozt 10 minutez and blocking ze doorvay. I hav been very kind to let you ztand in ze doorvay for zuch a long amount of time!” I do not feel the need to respond and head into the main plaza of Prague. It is beautiful and hectic and smells like shrimp boiled in cheese. Just when I think about living in Prague permanently I come to myself lying on the floor by the stairway. I’ve fallen down the stairs after all. “To hell with the rabbit acquaintances,” say I to myself, and pass out right there on the floor by the stairway.