Cricket
Every night I came back to my room late from work. It was a new job. It was a new city. No friends to hang out with, no one waiting for me except for an empty room. All I wanted was to change my clothes, get into my bed and have a good nights sleep, a nap to wear off the tiredness of my whole life, a peaceful nap to forget everything for a few hours. Forget the new job, forget the new city, forget the emptiness of my room and forget the emptiness of my life. You know that feeling you get for a few moments after you wake up by yourself from a satisfying sleep, few moments when you are not sure if you are still dreaming, when you are not sure where you are, when the dream you were having, having been left unfinished is just starting to slip out of your memory leaving you on your bed just trying to catch some fleeing details. I wanted that. But it seemed I couldn't even have that. As soon as I switched off the lights and lay on the bed, a cricket started chirping somewhere in