Its 11 O’clock and I want to sleep, but…
it’s 11 o’clock, and i want to sleep, but… there’s nothing that lets me.
if i close my eyes, i feel like i’m floating. but it’s not a dreamy floating. i can’t sleep.
there’s noises outside. magnified by the silence. it’s too quiet to sleep. it’s too noisy.
if i try counting sheep, they jump too high, and buck and leap… crazy-like. it doesn’t help. i can’t sleep.
these sheep come to haunt my dreams. they change into strange shapes, smoggy and blue.
they seem so familiar, but before i can place them, they’re gone… deeper into the fissures of my subconscious mind.
i try to imagine a story in my head. one with a happy ending. but my mind can’t stick to one face.
i can’t imagine. i’m too exhausted.
then i finally doze off…
someone turns on a light somewhere. i can hear the water running in the other room.
the light in my closed eyes, behind my closed lids turns brown, then red.
i don’t look, not wanting to show that i’m still awake.
someone peeps into the room, and then walks away, closing the door softly.
i fumble under my pillow and pull out my cellphone.
lol. it’s after 3. the time of demons and sprites is gone. sitting up in bed the blanket slipping off my shoulders, i look around the room.
moonlight makes shadows across the walls. i feel tiny goosebumps rising up on my arms.
and it’s not even cold. my eyes burn a little.
I turn on Vanilla Sky and try to fall asleep.
the dreams come more quietly this time…