Nicolás: Tell me a story. me: No; I'm sleepy. nicolás: It doesn't matter that you're sleepy. Tell me a story anyway. me: Okay, but it's going to be a sleepy story. nicolás: Yes, yes. It doesn't matter if it's a sleepy story. me: Okay. Yawn . There was once . . . yawn . . . there was once a man who was sleepy. Very sleepy. So sleepy that he couldn't make it all the way home to lie down in his bed and sleep. So . . . yawn . . . so he opened the umbrella he was carrying, set it upside down on the ground, and curled up inside it to sleep. And he slept and he slept until it started to rain. And it rained and it rained until the umbrella filled to the brim with water, and the man started to drown and woke himself yelling, "I'm drowning, I'm drowning." Then he clambered up and saw it was raining, and he reached for the umbrella to protect himself from the downpour, but since the umbrella was filled with rain, all the water rushed down and soaked the man even more. And here is where the story ends. nicolás: Another. Excerpted from Sleepy Stories by Mario Levrero All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
