Itchy, scratchy and so 1st day of Spring, 511 AV Brian was standing in the middle of the street of Riverfall, with his left hand on his hip and the right one scratching the back of his tiny neck. An unusual scene indeed, especially in the earliest bell of the dawn. Wonder why? One word would explain it all- insomnia. Ever since he had gone through the hell and fire with that damn Papaver Somniferum, Brian was having some serious troubles with sleeping. To be precise- no sleeping. It often made him jittery, and almost never could he stay in his round little room, just sitting in the dark..No, no sir! Even those pointless auroral hikes were more admissible to him. So, there he was, in the middle of the street, itchy and scratchy, cursing the whole flora for his misery. Suddenly, he heard some steps behind him and realized he wasn't alone in this obscured dawn of woe. He turned around, with his right hand still glued to the back of his neck, staring at the newcomers- a man (an ugly one, must say) with a horse and a child. For a moment there he was quite confused. "And I thought I am the one being absurd", he said with a half-giggle in his tone. For all he knew, the man could had been a murderer, a psycho, or whatever. The man could had felt insulted or teased by Brian's words, but he hadn't thought of that. All he had in mind was that there actually had been a living being looking funnier than himself. "Aren't you a happy little trio! Ha-ha!" |