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My little travel alarm begins to play it's irritating high pitched melody. Shit, I fell asleep. Of course I knew I was going to fall asleep, otherwise I wouldn't have set the alarm. But it's 4:00 and I have a night train to catch at the insane hour of 5:00. Too late to stay up for and too early to be waking up
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James Taylor2006-08-23 11:58:05
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My little travel alarm begins to play it's irritating high pitched melody. Shit, I fell asleep. Of course I knew I was going to fall asleep, otherwise I wouldn't have set the alarm. But it's 4:00 and I have a night train to catch at the insane hour of 5:00. Too late to stay up for and too early to be waking up.
So I compromised, drinking too many cans of cheap lager and finally passing out around 1:00. Not such a good move. A slight hangover is knocking on the door and I have had nowhere near enough sleep.
I check the shower. It's cold. I don't bother. I haphazardly search the room for forgotten items of clothing, shoulder my bag (which seems unbearably heavy after only two hours sleep) and step out into the deserted corridors of "Los Arribas".
It's been like this the past few days. I have been staying in University accomodation but is Easter; all the students are at home and the whole place is deserted. In the evenings the few resident pensioners come out of hiding and populate the T.V room. Apart from that i've seen no one but a pretty Welsh girl who I'm half sure I've dreamt up out of lonliness.
This place is spooky actually. These type of structures are hardly welcoming at the best of times and my half asleep, still dreaming imagination is dreaming up connections with abandoned insane asylums or that hotel in the Shining. My nerves are on edge; so I almost jump out of my skin when the night-porter pulls open the seemingly deserted reception window. I hand in my key and step out into the sticky night air.
My bag is heavier than I had hoped and I'm currently walking too slowly. This commercial wasteland on the outskirts of town just seems to go on and on. At this rate I might not make my train. I pick my way through empty car-parks and over knee high crash barriers.
Why am I wearing so many clothes, I don't need both a jacket and a heavy jumper. Even
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