Sleep~ I was walking down that very street. May or may not be it was cold outside, the snow falling on my face hid my emotions very well. I was tired as hell due to the office load; it wasn’t a much good day either. Lines of Robert Frost were humming in my mind, which helped my numb hands and feet to keep moving towards my house where I have been living for 20 long years. That day I would have easily exchanged my whole bank balance, which to be honest wasn’t supposedly that good, for mere a nice and relaxing sleep. Now having walked enough, my house was visible from a distance, which felt never-ending. They say the time is relative, and that’s what exactly I was feeling. The more I moved, the slower it passed.
