“Groping blindly in the darkness, he sank between the white mounds of cool feathers and slept as he fell, across the bed or with his head downward, pushing deep into the softness of the pillows, as if in sleep he wanted to drill through, to explore completely, that powerful massif of feather bedding rising out of the night.” SleepDreamsDreamingRestSleepingRestless Sleepers Book:The Street of Crocodiles Source: The Street of Crocodiles
“The cashier had long since left for home. By now she was probably bustling by an unmade bed that was waiting in her small room like a boat to carry her off to the black lagoons of sleep, into the complicated world of dreams. The person sitting in the box office was only a wraith, an illusory phantom looking with tired, heavily made-up eyes at the empyiness of light, fluttering her lashes thoughtlessly to disperse the golden dust of drowsiness scattered by the elctric bulbs.” Sleep Book:The Street of Crocodiles Source: The Street of Crocodiles
“Even in the depths of sleep, in which he had to satisfy his need for protection and love by curling himself up into a trembling ball, he could not rid himself of the feeling of loneliness and homelessness.” NeedsFeelingsSleepLonelinessAnd LoveBallsDepthProtectionHomelessnessTrembling Book:The street of crocodiles and other stories Source: The street of crocodiles and other stories
