SLEEPLESSLY

“I’ll never get the key. I fall back against the seat, cover my face with my hands. I’m crying. All I can do is cry. The tears keep pouring out. Locked inside this little box, I can’t go anywhere. It’s the middle of the night. The men keep rocking the car back and forth. They’re going to turn it over.”

Sleep, Haruki Murakami

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One of my favorite short stories by him.
I’ve been trying to dig out all his short stories online. I wished they were never ending.

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