Monday, January 9, 2012

Sleeping in a war zone

Its terribly cold and the wind stings you. But you are so tired of running that it doesn't matter anymore. You sleep in your tiny space, trying to be as comfortable as you can, not knowing what will happen tomorrow. 

Soon, muffled voices are heard. You disregard them, hoping that they would go away. But in your heart you know that this is the beginning of a long nightmare.

The voices get loud and closer. Suddenly, a racket. First afar, but rapidly moving closer. Bombing and screaming, some in agony and some angry. You contemplate if you should be part of the action, but resolve on staying hidden. Not so much because you are scared, but because you were never intended to be a part of it anyway.
You wait endlessly for it to stop. You get up once or twice because instinct tells you to.

You find out that they are not after you at all. Which also implies that nobody is going to protect you.

While you wait, half aware, in a sudden realisation things around you completely change. Sounds stop and the air clears. You expect a droning sound but the complete silence takes you aback.

You try to sleep, almost waiting for the war sounds to wake you again. Soon enough, it starts again.