I struggle here at four AM to sleep but my brain simply won't let me. Which leads me to the only possible conclusion: My brain knows something I don't. There is some reason for this. There has to be. Something I should be doing, seeing, hearing, feeling. Something else that's there beyond the bed.
But I'll never know what it is, it will forever remain a mystery. I'll stay here on the bed, safely underneath the covers. Awake and asleep, pretending my closed eyes aren't one prolonged blink. Still.
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