Reading / Re-reading

If hunger didn't explain things properly maybe thirst would. The bloated stomach lay clumsily above his belt, a permanent fixture that drew the gaze of every person that came near. The uncomfortable buttons drew the uneven ends of the shirt to an awkward juncture, where the checks met uneasily. He yawned in time with his growling stomach, eager to produce the rhythmic sensation that would repeat itself from body through voice into language. Sucking the air in with the force of a gulp, he listened for the moment when his ears would stop to buzz as he swallowed the gasp and stifled another yawn. Perhaps it was the whisper of hearing his own crackling voice that drew him to experiment with sounds that weren't intelligible. Saliva builds when you don't speak and this began to slosh around in his mouth. He fingered the creases which competed with the prints on his shirt and caved in suddenly, his head hitting the computer screen.

"Once in idleness was my beginning" Lawrence Durrell