An Airport near the Border of a Northern and Obscure Country

Late. Gin. Orange juice. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Weekend off. Alone in the flat. 12:36am. Sneezing. Sleeping. Slumbering through 'Children of Auron'. Waking to something like a cool breath on my face. Here come the creep outs. Too much gin. Not enough orange. I remember sleeping on this sofa before I broke it looking for a lost remote control. Someone had left. A light on in the passage out back. Cosy fox-light. Illuming nothing. Some captured angle of an airport near a border of a northern and obscure country.