Thousands of baby rats streamed out of
the corners and cracks, their tiny pink bodies soon covering the
dirty walls and floor.
He bolted awake onto an elbow,
breathing heavily and blinking away the huddles of baby rats he saw
laying on the carpet.
He laid back down onto the couch and
wondered why it was still so dark, though the clock said it was
8:30am. These after work naps where usually the easiest to fall
into, with his body and mind exhausted from another night of dull and
pointless work.
Then he heard over the radio
murmurings of the cattle and crop reports the quiet peal of thunder.
He closed his eyes and tried to make
up his mind: try to sleep again or catch what may be the last good
storm of the year?
Blindly he reached up and opened the
window, feeling the cool Fall breeze blow back the light curtains and
fill the room.
He would lay there and wait for where
the winds took him.
