Sleepwalking my way through life: Something different



Something different

There is a faint reflection in the TV, a barely visible figure, lit only by the computer screen, sits back and surveys the room. Everything seems more surreal in the wee hours of the morning. Things are always serenely quiet until you shift position to cause the massive explosion of a duvet rustling. Every movement that follows is initiated with extreme care; any stray inch of body could begin a chain reaction of events that cause the almighty sound of the bed creaking.

The Lapdancer will have to be put away in a few moments, folded up and placed neatly on the floor where it will sleep through the night. Ah, but a snag has already been… snagged. The floor is far from neat, containing an arrangement of clothes, magazines, DVDs and books. Putting the Lapdancer away will be less of a task and more of a balancing act; trying to place it on a foot high pile of clothes and books.


Those thoughts are the ones that circulate my mind tonight. And not just tonight; my thoughts have jumped lazily from sleepwear to the next day’s activities the past few nights. I sleep peacefully with a smile on my face and dream pointless dreams of exam results and fluffy white clouds. Fluffy white clouds and no swirling darkness.

There is still darkness, lots of it, but it is still and silent and unbelievably peaceful as it welcomes me to the relaxation of sleep. It does not swirl and hit me with dark and terrible thoughts, it does not envelope and choke, it merely stays where it is and allows me to sleep with a smile on my face.

And here I am, sitting up at 4am and wasting all this wonderful darkness.
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1 Comments:

At 7:07 pm, Anonymous Marie said...

:D....i can't think of a more interesting comment.
Suggestion...tidy ur room?

 

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