The market was like a window into hell. Bugs were everywhere in such vengeful swarms I could scarce make out the lights in front of me. Like the others lost amid the chaos I made my way across the market to my room (the small bed and breakfast I liked so much on arrival, but now find cramped and depressing). 

There were few bugs on my return home. Old Lady Marge lay asleep in her armchair. 

I thought to wake her, but with the rats and the insects I decided I'd had my share of the night and returned to my room. 

I couldn't sleep. It 5am now and the sun is just coming up. I need to sleep now, I'll look for my missing sketches later in the day. Or maybe I wont bother... maybe a return to the city is needed... I'll sleep on it.

S. BARRY ROADS.