sunnudagur, janúar 14, 2007

í sofanum

The sofa is pale blue and small, but you can sleep on it if you hang your feet over the far arm. I did. It rained all night. I'm sure there were puddles of water outside. The light from a streetlamp reflected from the surface of one of them and shone a liquid parallelogram on the ceiling. Every time I opened my eyes (at 3:02, at 4:15, at 6:07) I saw ripples expanding outwards from each raindrop. Closing them again, I saw other things.

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