Soufiane Ayadi

dream

I am now lying in bed writing a post from another faraway place, not this one I'm in. I've forgotten my strict leader who has been insistent since I came to this place and he is eager to keep me awake and in his hand is a continuously firing rifle that never runs out of ammo, pointing in all directions. I've forgotten about him for a moment to quickly write this post and return soon to face that annoying firing. I'm sure he will have noticed my absence by now, and generally he won't shout at me from his bunker for at least five minutes. I don't know why exactly these five minutes, and I don't care to know. All I care about is that I am now enjoying this available time to write what I am writing.