The Dreamless

The Dreamless Now that he had freed himself of the past looking forward to think thoughts not hampered by dreams of childhood and the embarrassment of teenage years and sexual clumsiness falling in love with the most unsuitable and undesirable person possible because she made hot waffles with blueberry jam and sometime strawberry; he still thinks of his horror when his mother thought that woman was a suitable bride for him mainly because she was stupid and malleable. It was that beginning that in the end made him break with his past and declare families and danger for civilization, a dagger in the heart of the future, that must be free of sentimentality. He liked to sit in bars drinking gin&tonic and watching people before walking to his nearby hotel. Yes, he lived at a hotel because it saved him of the domesticity of paying bills and fretting about the price of potatoes. He thought of the German/American writer who said he liked his own company, if that was true how did he know, being drunk most of the time, Not like him who enjoyed his leisure while waiting to write an earth shattering Novel. Not to forget the sainted EH, who wrote like a simpleton and won a Nobel Prize. His contempt for him was endless. Walking to his hotel in the old part of the town, a boisterous pig on a balcony fell off and nearly hit him. The owners of the pig, seeing the animal was mortally wounded, quickly killed the pig by slitting its throat, before it died proper, this to avoid eating a self-dead animal. This was a shock if the pig had fallen on him he might have ended up in hospital, worse, not being able to walk again Since he had disowned his family, he had to change his plans. He would marry an old tart, that had lost her attraction, rent her a flat, give her money for nice dresses, visit her once a week and tell neighbors he was a traveling businessman. When down with the flu, she could take care of him as it was in her best interest to keep him alive. Happy now that his future was sorted out, he went to bed and slept, a night void of dreams.