After commiting to review the book, he was now stuck. Too proud to copy someone else’s opinion as his own, his every attempt to finish reading the book ended in sleep. Today he was resolute to complete his task.
“Some day you will burn the house down,” not certain when the cigar burnt part of the carpet as he fell asleep, with the open book and his glasses lying on his chest, the stentorian voice he was certain did not belong to the plant in his earlier dream, “ go sleep on your bed, if you have to.”
Word Count : 98
Photo Prompt : C E Ayr