I can’t sleep. Whoever said that silence was deafening knows my anguish.
The house is quiet; too quite. My room is pitch. Nothing pierces the black except for an occasional car passing by and my thoughts- both are random and quick.
I should go to sleep.
Seconds feel like hours.
I wonder what time it is?
My brain is on fire with words but none of them seem to make since at this hour. Looking at the cell for the time I silently complain to noone, “Shit. It’s already tomorrow.” I should really go to sleep.
I’ve left my bed and my husband’s side; again. The couch isn’t my friend. The dog snores below and the cat takes up a whole cushion at my feet.
I tried to count the cars that passed but now I wonder why are cars passing at this hour? Where do people go when their house is too quiet and their brains lack melatonin? Oh I know! The Waffle House!! The Waffle House is open all night!!! Mmmm… coffee. They have the best coffee. It has this certain flavor- something that can’t be duplicated. I own a Waffle House cup. I bought it at the Goodwill for .50c in hopes that the coffee I bought from Kroger would magically taste the same. It doesn’t.
I think I’m hungry. I shouldn’t be as I made a good dinner this evening.. last night.
Bbq chicken, southern greens beans and homemade mac n’ cheese. But that was 6 hours ago. Hell, it’s already tomorrow, technically I could eat breakfast.
I really need to go to sleep.
Facebook and instagram have been checked like the morning news. Noone has anything interesting to share; stolen quotes, recipes, selfies that should have waited for a flick of a light switch and a glance in the mirror. Damn.
I really, really need to go to sleep now.
How about a little poem first.
G’night. Sleep tight. Don’t let the bedbugs bite.
Now I’m itchy.
I’m never going to sleep.