Zeitpuffer
why sleep these last hours together? you hold your eyes open and they hold mine open. i do not speak thoughtless words, for silence is louder. behind the silence we hear those sounds we know are there but never hear. the click of heels on stone. the wash of water against the fundament. the skittle of a rat and the padding of a cat. the light breeze across the lagoon hastens our pace toward the pontoon where we come face to face with ourselves waiting for a boat.