The thick air weighs heavy against the skin a reminder some things are not in our control. Cutting through tires out the limbs leaving them limp on the walkers sides. Nevertheless, the outside calls early with the morning dew even when the night sweats keep them lying awake. They come as a reminder as well. Nudging places hazy nights only seem to stir. They begin then to walk in their sleep. Their minds won't allow their bodies to rest and their bodies won't allow their minds to be still. There's a longing that cries in the silence of the night. It grows louder as the floor boards squeak underneath the slippers. When they awake in the morning covered in lint, they'll wonder when did they drink the water from the glass now sitting on the table.