2: Fragments

That night, after what felt like a long day, I settled down in front of the TV. I had been planning to watch the film Interstellar that evening but I considered for a moment whether a comedy would be more appropriate given how weary I felt. I decided to give it a go anyway. After about five minutes Dog sauntered in and jumped up onto the sofa before curling up in my lap for a sleep. 

I felt my eyelids droop. I drew my thoughts back from where they had begun to wander and watched with renewed focus. After what seemed like a blink, I blearily emarged from slumber to see a character being played by Michael Caine, stood presenting a board full of mathematical equations. I smiled to see that Dog had also woken and seemed to be watching the film too.

When I next woke to the sound of excitable commentary, I watched a few moments of American Football and tried to piece together the fragments before realising that the film had finished. Dog had lost interest some time ago it seemed so I was alone, sat in darkness except for the glow of the television and the streetlight streaming in through the open curtains.

With a mighty effort I unslouched and stood up with purpose though a little unsteadily. My thoughts were returning to some sort of order as I closed the back curtains and turned to the front. I paused as I drew the front curtains. There was something different about the light. As I looked closer at the streetlight, the emanating beams seemed to be rippling out in discrete waves. I blinked and looked again and the effect had gone. I shook my head and finished shutting the curtains. As I climbed the stairs to go to bed, the rattle of the catflap registered somewhere in my retreating consciousness.

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