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NIGHT GAME
by Joris J. Iven

Monday, August 20, 2007
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NIGHT GAME





That morning it was as if I woke up in the middle of the night.
Everything was dark and silent: the room, the house, the garden, the street.
No light from lanterns or heavenly bodies shone in.
The curtains hung motionless in front of the window, as never before.
The alarm clock didnít tick, the wardrobe didnít creak, the bed didnít squeak.
I lay completely motionless on my back, my arms at my side.
Then slowly the old face of a man appeared, leant over my face
and merged with it. It stammered: Iím tired of this deathlike face.
I suddenly freed myself from my body, got up and walked
into another room to look at the clock. I turned on the light
at the switch. The clock wasnít going. I found myself in another room
in another house with another garden in another street. When
I woke up that morning, this life had been a dream.



Translation: John Irons †

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