Thu. 31/08, 23:55
That night, it was darker than all the other nights. Yet, nothing seemed particularly different to justify its uniqueness. Perhaps it was because this night would mark a turning point in Tora's life.
As usual, he was lying on his back on the floor, his head turned towards the window. The rug, too thin to warm him, didn't bother him. The curtains had been drawn in such a way as to offer him a view of that little piece of sky. Observing this landscape had no particular meaning for him, perhaps it was simply a way to distract himself. He didn't know. Time passed without him doing anything, frozen in this position, like a dead man lying in his coffin.
"Time is a perverse being, it continues its course even when some remain stuck in the past, or perhaps it moves forward simply because they have chosen to abandon their own progress ?"
Tora didn't want to sleep, more precisely, he didn't want to move on to tomorrow. He wished for time to stop, for everything to lose its meaning.
He closed his eyes and imagined, for a moment, living alone in a frozen world, a universe where nothing could force him to do anything, where he could act at his own will, without having to worry or be afraid.
Without realizing it, he fell into a deep sleep from which he could not escape, even if he wished.