l is for liberation . novak & yury
Apr 23, 2022 11:10:37 GMT -5
Post by mat on Apr 23, 2022 11:10:37 GMT -5
n o v a k . a d r i á n
Your head rests down upon the half-filled glass of whiskey on the bistro table. You have chosen to stay in the underground tonight, in one of the girl's hair salon basements. It's the first time that you've spent the night here before, and to your surprise, it's hospitable. It smells pleasant, if not a little overwhelming, due to the assortment of scents and products. But, to your pleasure, the seating arrangements are comfortable. The arms of each chair in the line of hairdryers go up, allowing your and at least one other person to sleep somewhat peacefully rather than upright in one of the other chairs or on the plush rug.
It's been three days of the bullshit campaigning. You covered eight streets today, hours of talking and walking lining up in double digits. The only thing preventing collapse were the few kind souls that let you take a seat in their home while they poured you a glass of lemonade. Perseverance reassures you that there are only a few more days until the election. Once you win, everything will be better, your problems will be solved, and then some. The torturous lengths that you go to in order to win are simply means to a greater end. You chose this path for your family and their growing eagerness to expedite a grab for more power.
The glass dances in circles as your head pulls itself down onto the pillow. Like a coin spinning on its side, the rattling sounds against the metal table slowly fade and silence takes its place. The dim lights overhead begin to blur into an array of vibrant blobs and dots under shut eyes.
But the door slides open and following footsteps alert you to someone else's presence. You pull yourself back up and send your hand to grab the whiskey again. You sit up while the person rounds the corner. "Hey, Yury. Grab a glass n' take a seat or a sleep." Your foot pats the other side of the line of chairs and your fingers point to the bottle across the room.