Day 4
My mind is still adrift in the abyss of insomnia. A new weirdness has seeped into my head. Are these the voyages of the narcoleptic?
Thinking has become a vertigo activity. Is this the end? Has my mind decided to call it a day? Pack it in? Put a lid on it? Sew things up? Shut things down?
I wonder if my affairs are in order....then I laugh (a weird Pee Wee Herman laugh)....how could all that needs to be said ever be said? Most of us don't live in present time. We dwell in a mental place with happiness and regrets from our past. It is easier to travel backwards and be maudlin, than face our fears of the future.
In a self preserving moment, I stumble towards the coffee pot. My quest only renders temporary relief. A haze of fatigue has seeped into the room, infecting the souls trapped in its path. Most are too weary to resist and quickly succumb, allowing the black ink to snake into their veins.
I have sent an SOS. So far no chocolate has responded. It could be days, or weeks. I can only hope to hang on.
