sixty-four : numbers
he wakes up at two forty-seven. zero two four seven. zero plus two plus four is six… plus seven is thirteen. thirteen. one three. one plus three is four. go back to sleep. he lays back down and stares hard at the dark ceiling. ellie rolls over beside him and lets out a slow breath. from the corner of his eye he sees a shift of light as the glowing green numbers change. his lips move instantly as he brings the numbers down. zero plus two plus four is six. plus eight is fourteen. one four. one plus four is five. five. five. five hours until work. go back to sleep.
luke?
mm?
whats fourteen?
nothing. go back to sleep.
it goes on and on and on. time changes. numbers grow and he adds them, drops them, brings them back to a constant stream of single digits. he wants to sleep but every minute gives him another set of numbers, and he starts to add them before they happen. in the morning dark circles under his eyes are the only remaining product of addition.
I’m still alive. I’ve just been sick. Dizzy and feverish and mildly incoherent. Sorry to have missed a few days. I feel pretty awful about it. i guess this is a piece about ocd. sort of. i tend to do this with numbers when i cant sleep. not quite as bad as this guy does, though. i don’t have ocd… i don’t think. so… yep. i’m still mildly incoherent. sorry.
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