This gritty, relentless story unfolds with the same cool detachment that motivates the central character to peel back the layers of her life and expose the painful scalding within.
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Sleep Before Evening
Marianne is teetering at the edge of reason. A death in the family sends her brilliant academic career and promising future spiraling out of control until resentment towards those who shaped her past leads her on a wild and desperate search for the truth about herself. On the seedy side of New York, she meets Miles, a hip musician busking the streets and playing low-rent venues in a muddled bid to make his own dreams come true. In her new life, she finds anarchic squalor, home grown music and poetry, booze, drugs, sex, violence, love, loss . and, above all, exhilarating freedom on her troubled journey from sleep to awakening. This gritty, relentless story unfolds with the same cool detachment that motivates the central character to peel back the layers of her life and expose the painful scalding within.
Flames were everywhere. Smoke ringed the room, leaving only small amounts of oxygen near the floor.
As he crawled across the parquet tiles, the clock melted, its edges pouring Dali-like down the dresser, covering his clothes in liquid plastic, red and white streaks mirrored by tears which left red lines down his face.
He reached his arms towards the door, chanting his name: Eric, Eric, Eric.
His skin melted into his pajamas while the distorted clock continued to tick loudly.
Marianne watched him shrink, shrivel and disappear in a haze of smoke and black ashes, powerless to help, as his chanted name continued to pierce the roar of flames.
She tried to reach out her arms for him, as he once did for her, but her body remained motionless. She called to him, but no words came out of her mouth.
Each "Eric" berated her; an angry bark against her inability to move forward and save him.
"Grandpa!" she screamed, but instead, laughter, hysterical and cruel, filled the room, cutting through the smoke and coinciding with the ringing of her alarm clock.