I count the hours as they go by. How long have be up now? 4? 5 hours strong? My complete inability to fall asleep is slowly becoming the one thing I can count on. I'd kill for a nightmare right now. I'd sell my soul for a bad dream. Even sleep walking would do. Hell, I'd walk a mile in my sleep if it meant I got some rest out of it. From my pillow I watch the headlights pass outside. The third shifters out on release. From my red IKEA king size fitted sheets I pass judgment on my old clothes strewn across my floor. I curse them for not being good company tonight. Never very talkative that lot.
Snap out of it you poor bastard. I catch myself falling to delirium. Your losing it old boy. This is the last thing I need. I dont need to become any more crazy than I already am.
There is no cure for me. No quick fix. No remedy I can take. For the time being, I am the restless king of nothing. I hold a dreamless court inside my head.
Then Suddenly, it happens. That all too familiar sound returns. My alarm clock. To the sound of a bomb going off, I rise to meet the morning. Of coarse I was here first. I always am.
It's gonna be a long day, but as of late, they always are.
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