Long Night

He turned off the running water, soaped his face not glancing at the mirror, a long night ahead. He had four shadows on the four walls of this rental, not a good sign. When later he turned the bedside light on, the glowing silhouette of his head on the pillow burgeoned, swelling upwards until it pancaked on the ceiling above. Still groggy after the hashish still psychoactive, he got dressed. Out walking the dark Luxor streets he found a coffee shop still open. The thick sweet brew was served to him, a lime green dwarf sporting a banana yellow fez. Never again he thought, patting his pockets hoping to find some curative cancer sticks.