Ben East Books

Tag: Sleep

  • Dreaming. Writing.

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    I keep waking to the nightmare of a perfect opening line. In my half slumber the opening line gives way to what comes next, a sentence followed by yet another. Soon a paragraph emerges and the full landscape of my project unfolds, the horizon glorious and attainable. In the winter months, these words march forth…

  • Toast

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    All is quiet. Both sons, sound asleep. Dad enters and taps the top bunk. Top: Why are you waking me? Dad: Shhh. You’ll wake your brother. Bottom: Zzzzz…. Top: Why are you waking me? It’s Saturday. Bottom: Zzzzz…. Dad: You have land training. Top: Uhhhhhhh… Dad: [brightly] I’m making eggs and toast. Bottom Bunk: Toast?!

  • Death Star

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    We call this project the Death Star. The Death Star is going up across from my flat. Just outside our bedroom window, as a matter of fact. Here’s an eyewitness account of how they build the Death Star: After fielding an unusual duty call at midnight last night, I returned to bed at 01:00, badly…