Some nights were unlike others. Some dreams were lived and others made. Some were true, only seen by few…. He woke for the third time, paused and turned. Something about this felt unlike a dream, unlike sleep, unlike a usual night. Something felt more… life-like. And it would be disturbing when the sun rose; it would be a muddle to find meaning.
Categories: Short Stories
Benson Langat is a poet, fiction writer, and freelancer. A dreamer, he realizes a world of possibilities through stories and explores life in poetry. Benie is a dad and lives in Nairobi, Kenya.