horsepower
Jun 30, 2021 1:04:56 GMT
Post by Karl Heisenberg on Jun 30, 2021 1:04:56 GMT
┈ ┈ ┈ ⋞ 〈 ⏣ 〉 ⋟ ┈ ┈ ┈
Fuck.
Fuck.
There were always nights like this that would come and go. Restlessness. Karl never knew why. Perhaps sleeping in a factory seemed like the obvious reason, but that wasn't the case. The sound of distant machinery throughout the factory was like birdsong to him. Oddly tranquil. The sounds were random, never in rhythm, making it all the more relaxing to listen to. Either way, his mind spoke louder volumes. Why wouldn't it just shut the fuck up already? Once Karl was sure he cleared his head, a thought would appear each time to drag him back down into restlessness. Perhaps he should've been thankful this didn't happen every day. God, would that drive him insane.
What was the time? Maybe that much hadn't passed. Karl sat up quick, despite the fact he felt slightly groggy. His head turned over to the chest of drawers by the left of his bed. Hazel eyes glued onto the analogue clock, then widened upon reading it. Only 1 am? He didn't want to end up tossing and turning for the rest of the night. Fuck that. Karl had to occupy himself. As he was already on top of his duvet, he shuffled to the side of his bed and stood up. Time to get to work. He was awake already, but he stretched his arms and shoulders just to make sure. Working was never the best idea when feeling groggy or fatigued. However, he had been doing it for a while, and he hadn't fucked anything up.
Karl glanced at the chest of drawers, lifting his hand to pick up an Allen wrench. Once it started floating, he guided it with the right amount of speed towards the light switch before letting it drop to the floor. Success. He had practised the move many times before with great struggle and some profanity— even going as far as to accidentally break the light switch once, having to fix it. The velocity wasn't quite right during that moment.
The light coming from the bulb wasn't that bright like it was near to run its course. Karl adjusted it that way though. He was sick of having to squint his eyes each time he was subjected to the blaring brightness. He didn't miss the little sting in his retinas either. Perhaps he spent too much time in the dark factory. It's not like he saw that as an issue.
As he had already been dressed, boots included, Karl headed towards the door. It was time to go down a factory level to work on a project of his choosing. He would've decided which one to work on by the time he got there.
┈ ┈ ┈ ⋞ 〈 ⏣ 〉 ⋟ ┈ ┈ ┈