Sleepwalking my way through life: Shhh



Shhh

The late night silence buzzes around me, only being disturbed by the intermittent beep from my Lapdancer. I place my phone – burning hot after hours of use – carefully on the floor and sit up on my bed, trying not to trigger any of the loud loose springs in my mattress. I admire the complete silence of my room, as if someone has placed a blanket over it and blocked out the outside world, cutting out the sounds of car chases and monsters and the snores of my mother next door.

I slip my earphones over my head, feeling the comfortable fabric cushion and envelope my ears, and open up WinAmp to listen to something relaxing before I try to sleep. I crank up the volume full blast, wanting the full, booming effect of the song to mellow out my thoughts. I press play.

The sound comes out distant, almost muffled as if it came from beyond the blanket itself. After a while I lifted off my earphones, thinking that I had not put the volume right or had messed around with the sound options too much. But it was only when I pulled my earphones off that I heard the song clearly, as though it were coming right… in front… of me…

The speakers of my Lapdancer blared the second minute of New Slang while the cord of my earphones sat a mere inch away, having being pulled out when I shifted position during the phone call. I scrambled for the cord, plugging it desperately back in before grasping for the mouse and silencing the music. I sat as still as possible, daring not to breathe as my heart pounded in my ears.

Silence, glorious glorious silence. I let out a sigh of relief and loosened my muscles before slipping my headphones back on. But there was a sound from the other room and I suddenly froze; the pointer hovered over the play button in horror at what was happening. There was a calamitous shout from the room beside me followed by thunderous footsteps and the booming pound on my door that threatened to burst into splinters with every shake.

My mum, fully wakened and fully cranky, burst into the room; ranting and raging on about work and sleep and how I’m always on this bloody thing. The one sided argument ended with the sickening sound of my Lapdancer closing and my mum marching out the room with it under her arm. I sat with my earphones round my neck and a desolate look on my face, not knowing what to do now and cursing my stupidity for leaving it unplugged.

I cried myself to sleep.
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4 Comments:

At 7:16 pm, Anonymous Marie said...

Oh dear...You silly boy.

 
At 2:57 am, Anonymous Jules said...

That's sad, that's just sadness right there.

 
At 1:11 pm, Anonymous gha08qweryhegt said...

you silly

 
At 10:13 pm, Anonymous Lo said...

Addiction is a scary thing. ;)

 

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