“Marcel…”
I wasn’t sure what I was hoping to achieve by speaking so softly, by practically whispering to him, instead of talking properly. He was still fast asleep, and I was supposed to be waking him—which was why I didn’t understand why I was acting so stupid and whispering instead of speaking like a normal person, who was trying to wake a sleeping giant.
“Marcel.”
I tried louder this time, even making a small, unconvincing attempt to shake him, but it didn’t work at all, barely doing much, for he didn’t even stir. It was almost as if he was dead or something, but the soft snores that were sounding from him were a sign that that wasn’t the situation at this point in time.
“Marcel!”
I told myself that this was going to be my last attempt, and if i
