Woke me up at 12 o'clock

I don't know why, I can't give a reason or describe. Sometimes I just want to hide my face, and lose my eyesight. I wonder what would be around, if my pupils were crystal clearly white, just like those silly fireflies on the sharp evening sky. If these black spots of ink wouldn't devour, but mirror back every single teardrop of light. I wonder... I wonder why...

The worn room with cracked walls, the bed with three people lying and one being awake, the scorched books around on the junk shelves and the yawning morning sunlight. She couldn't get a single bit of sleep. Just staring at the ceiling and the pattern of the dust, the dirt the cracks and ridden want. Through the fan sometimes covered some of them, she couldn't direct her eyesight anywhere else. Everybody was sleeping silently in the empty wilderness of the so-called dream world, even her twin sister, breathing smoothly despite her place in the corner under the desk, sitting. Fr a stray moment, she thought that she should wake her up and change their places, but she felt herself being somehow paralyzed.
So, being locked is like this. She wondered in herself. This cold and vitriolic. This cruel.
Then out of sudden, not even willingly, she turned to her another side, getting a little bit out from under the blanket.

Beautiful plants grew in the corner, without anything better in old pans and basins and some blue shaded grass in a plate, broken in half. She heard some movement from where her sister was sleeping. Scared a little bit. But nothing happened. She just pushed the desk with her leg. Nothing else.
Oddly colored cloths were hanging from the pipes, running above their heads. Most of them was somehow red, then came the blue, and most of them included some white, and there were ones which only consisted from some single stripes, what the color concerns... They were flags.
The light got stronger and more living with every second, it slowly lit her face as well. And this was the moment when she finally started to feel the need of dreams and unconscios living death. As the light approached her pupils, she fell into the lobby of daze to a world of mad-free autonomy.
Lash into the other end.

When she came round, it was already late afternoon, and the room was empty apart from some child she had never seen before lying on the another side of the bed turning her back to her. She stood up slowly and a bit inept dute to the depths she had to return from. Since she has always slept in her clothes, she didn't need to do anything in the room anymore. Just looked at some of the oddly colored cloths and left the little chamber towards the lobby, through a salon and then the front-terrace of the cosy bungalow, where her twin was standing still, looking into the sunset, only the wind was playing with her strands of hair.

"Everything looks so empty" they said at the exactly same time, only murmuring on that typical weakly deep voice.
"Because it is empty" the twin answered to their own statement without any single sign of emotions given. And she had right, she had really right.
Everything was empty. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Flat, poor land, cables and iron towers. The sun going down on the lobby, leaving everything slowly to the big, warning and protective wings of the straight night darkness. But only slowly, and not yet.
She nodded, and sat down on a pale-green bench.
"Gonna visit 'im again?" the twin asked. She was like a statue, lost in still water. Like a vessel.
She had raised her gaze a bit and looked dombfounded but then got to udnerstand to question. She nodded again and murmured a bit, not even a word, but the twin knew, it's a simple "yes".
"Take care 'en."
She nodded again.
It was like this for a few minutes. Then the sister turned around, striking through her long hair, with strands like glass-fibers and walked into the house again.
So it's like this to be locked. She wondered in herself. This bright and vitriolic, this sickeningly sudden.
Just like how she stood up and left. Left the house, the garden, the empty road, those many greyish and flat rocks near each other, which directed people walking, passerby boys and girls, whoever has ever set their feet on a journey. Somewhere because of something.