In the Mirror
By Phred
The long sleepless night, tossing turning unable to drift into the dreams you crave (or the nightmares you fear) Long looks at the ceiling, hoping to find insight among the cracks in the plaster, worried that last night was a disaster and that she won't call you back as promised.... Snap the light on long enough to stumble to the john, seeing your dark-ringed eyes stare back at you questioning your every move and decision in that horrorshow you called a date "What were you thinking?" The eyes ask through the reflection. And while you actually consider answering the question.... the rational part of your mind flicks off the light switch and you stumble back to bed, bludgeoned by exhaustion yet so afraid to sleep... So afraid to sleep already knowing the zombie-esque day to follow a semi-hallucinatory experience (Surreality?) and your churning mind won't shut off a perpetual motion machine of thoughts, fears, ideas, and concepts. More than anything else if you could pull out your brain and let it run around on its own. you know you could get some sleep...... Written November 7th, 2001 © on Nov 07 2001 12:37 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"The long sleepless night,..."