NOVEMBER

Robert is lying in a room. Blurry, heavy light comes through the windows. What time is it? Unimportant. The day of the week? Who cares? Robert is alone. Since days, weeks, months. He has stopped to go outside. The world out there doesn't understand him, anyways. Sometimes his girlfriend appears. Out of a sudden she's lying right next to him. Kissing him, making love to him and disappears again. Robert knows, that his girlfriend doesn't exist. Not anymore. Not for him. She's fiction, but he likes that fiction way more than everything else in this world. He has stopped the hands of time, just for himself and no matter what, he won't let go. They call it "obsession", but who cares, what they say?