Tech Deck Park Blueprint

It has been twenty of the seventy nights away. On the line have lost sleep. Every time a few minutes before sunrise and feel grateful for the hour drive slight rotation of the Earth. Sometimes, early in the dimly lit classroom of a village feel bell shaken Plath above you, as if it were to fall and let you in, breathe through your eyes, look for the air movements of fish. Then it is easy to try to return to the mother, looking in the hallways and the smell of hot iron and a sweeping gesture of folding sheets. Saying that come with fever and cold on the street and sit by day, his feet against the stove, and repeating like a mantra in unfamiliar languages \u200b\u200b(the mother does not know) that this winter is always raining. Sleep there, knowing that sleep was going away just because the sounds from outside and feel the beat but the internal organs warm. For the first time in as many nights the only true deep sleep with their feet on the stove and slowly falling background noise in the house, the smell of the house, the familiar melody of the instruments of the house.