Insomnia

A sound outside of the comfortable normal noises of the space has awakened me.

The light from some electronic device, once a pinprick of light, now stares at me like the eye of Sauron. It squeezes between my eyelids and attempts to infiltrate my thoughts and dreams.

In the distance some predator lurks. I do not hear the feline’s silent footsteps. only the thumps of some mischief it has found on its nocturnal rounds. To yell at it would wake the other house residents, to chase it would be pointless; I stay put.

A new sound becomes evident, a faucet not far away needs repair. Its once quiet dripping has become the steady drumbeat of an invading army, they are closing in, should I run?

Outside my window a romance has begun. Frogs croak lusty utterances to lure one another to a dalliance. Of course they will rest when the day returns to demand that I function. But for now their throaty song reminds me of groans of unmentionable beasts mingled with digital, synthesized goat sounds.

Near by my bedmate stirs again in his slumber. A dull rumble, the same that first awakened me spills forth quieting the other noises in its wake. The cacophony of thunderous breaths builds in intensity so that I wonder how the sheer act of breathing does not damage his hearing.

I roll over to find that my stomach cannot tell time. Breakfast! it demands. Sleep I reply. We are at a stalemate; neither side will yield, neither will emerge victorious.

Now fully awake the days thoughts and concerns pinprick my consciousness like a novise acupuncture practitioner; all needles in the wrong spots and no soothing of the nerves that needed attention to begin with.

Needs and worries soon mingle with excess verbiage that I dare not say during waking hours. Who would be willing to listen to my babble? I capitulate, the words must come out, perhaps releasing them will allow me TO GO BACK TO SLEEP!