07

    felix crosses the hall, passes the empty room, stands before an open fridge, stares at a row of water bottles, feels the cool air pass through him, returns to his room, clicks, clicks, clicks, scrolls, clicks, scrolls, scrolls, scrolls, scrolls, scrolls, scrolls, clicks ‘x’, lays on the floor, falls asleep, wakes up, wonders if the orange bars are streetlight, wonders if the orange bars are sunlight.