2 a.m.
Kumpee sat on his case for a half hour eating his durian . Then when there seemed an inconspicuous exit he picked up his bag and went away . They felt his missing presence prod the vacuous air an hour later when they noticed that the suitcase was gone . It was 2 a.m. and the mosquito came into the scenes of his REM with wings piercing through and dominating over every brief episodic nightmare . It was wearing an orange monk 's robe and superciliously imposed its own presence on all scenes that Jatupon alone was supposed to rehearse . It altered a script that Jatupon 's brain had conjured in the hope of figuring out how to interact with his environment and live with himself harmoniously . Initially his sleep consisted of nascent dream-roles to find out if feigning a serious illness would have altered his parents ' journey of early demise .