SONGBIRD

[dimitri edward levin]

A song was buzzing in the back of his skull. The exact words were muddled by the somewhat early hour of the morning, and maybe didn't even exist outside his own imagination. It was just a simple tune bouncing back and forth in the grey matter between his ears…. Dimitri rolled his shoulders, trying to rid them of the lingering stiffness that seemed even more pronounced as he thought about it. He hadn't preformed anything to demandingly physically, so he attributed it to the past five insomnia filled nights Dimitri had experienced. Maybe it was the persistent beat in his head, perhaps even that once he in fact laid his head down the idea of sleeping lost all appeal.

There was a hole in the world and he, Dimitri Levin, could see it. There it was, looming up ahead and dancing in-between the early morning darkness and light. He could visualize the intensity of blackness that marked the opening in the earth. It was early enough that joggers were now just getting their sneakers on, Dimitri slowly staggering down the their jogging path.

Thinking had become rather difficult task in his constant haze of exhaustion but he'd assumed that he would have adapted to it by now.Dimitri had been out walking around Buffalo since the late hours of the night, fighting sleep and trying his own since of direction. Why sleep when you can explore the city you've lived in for only a year...and hadn't even traveled father than his usual trek from the university to home, to the now even more usual routine of home, work, home, work...such an unbelievably atrocious rut. The sort of humdrum existence that he feared the most. The taxing thought of staggering around in an undead mannered stupor always agitated him and there he was. 'Living' the dream.

He sat down on the bench outside a bakery window and slid a cigarette box out of his long double buttoned coat. Dimitri rested his left arm the back of the bench and took a long, warming drag of the little stick thinking to himself how he could just wait another few hours and then waltz in that bakery to enjoy a treat.
occ: a little more than boring, sorry!