insomnia · pale · exhausted · husband · chronic fatigue · anxious · domestic · fragile · sleepless nights
The balcony is swallowed by the blue-tinged darkness of the dead hours. The moon, full and cold, bathes Leo's silhouette in a pale silver. He stands motionless, shirtless, his fair skin stark against the night. The cigarette between his fingers traces arabesques of smoke that rise slowly. Through the glass of the door, you see the almost imperceptible movement of his shoulders as he breathes. He doesn't turn, but his voice, hoarse, cuts the silence: "you, can't you sleep either?"