Super short stories

Con Thomas Malvica (www.thomasmalvica.com), grande traduttore e ottimo amico, mi diverto a scrivere storie brevissime in inglese. Funziona così: lui mi dà un prompt (uno spunto) e io ci scrivo una storia. Quella che vedete qua è una delle tante. Se volete sapere delle altre, scrivetemi.

Il prompt:
Sarah Vaughan's Chelsea Bridge. Close your eyes and just listen to the sounds letting your mind run free. Once you've listened to it, your stream of consciousness will help you create the story.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qm4Cw4lggZY

That Everyday morning feeling

4.30 a.m. Again.
I can't sleep more than 5 hours a night. It's obnoxious. I have to talk Peter into prescribing me something stronger. He always gets worked up when I say that I need Lorazepam to sleep properly. He keeps on giving me homeopathic stuff as if I could fit in his naturistic vision of life. But I need drugs, he knows I do. He must have come back from his journey by now. What day is today? The 25th. The last day to hand in Michelle's subscription at the dance school. Jesus, I did everything I could to put her off, but no way. She says that she prefers dancing to playing an instrument because she doesn't want to become a watered-down version of her brother. She doesn't like to come in second. Never.

5.00 a. m. I could read, or I could get up surreptitiously and make myself a nice cup of coffee. Bad idea. If I move, I'll wake him up for sure, he is such a light sleeper. But he sleeps, at least! I used to sleep like this ten years ago, what happened then? I should talk about this with doctor T. When am I seeing him? It might be next week; I'll have to check on it when I get up. I hope to have written down the day and time of our appointment this time. I don't want to receive another call by his tetchy secretary telling me that the doctor is very busy and can't waste his time with absent-minded patients like me. I can't compete with her on the phone, I'm more a key board warrior.

5.30 a.m. It must be freezing today; I'll need a mood-boosting supplement to get out of the house. I could wear my new cashmere jumper. I spent a fortune on it, but it's just perfect with the leather trousers and with those boots I bought at HN last month. I should stop squandering money, but I can't. I just can't. With doctor T. we have explored all the possible reasons for my compulsive shopping, and we haven't found a solution yet. Maybe I should change doctor or stop seeing a shrink. I'll have much more money to spend on shopping.

6.00 a.m. I wish I could drop off, but the alarm clock is going off in half an hour, it's not worth while even trying. I'm meeting Lucy for lunch today, I must be wary of revealing too personal stuff, she always finds a way to hold my secrets against me. I can't afford to be complacent with her. With age we should become wiser in choosing friends, by contrast I end up making the same mistakes I did when I was a teenager.

6.29 a.m. In a minute he'll switch the alarm clock off and say good day. This new day will begin, and I'll be tired out as usual.

6.30 a.m.
“Good morning darling. Did you sleep well?” “Like a log, my dear. Like a log.”