I hate the nights.
The days are fine though. They are warm and sticky and pass by as quickly as candy floss melts in your mouth (or on your cheeks and chin if you are a kid).
It is the nights I dread. Those dark and still nights that for me, have long been tinged with all-too-familiar feelings of restlessness and sleeplessness.
Night after night, I lay in bed listening to the sounds of the world at rest (not literally of course. I'm told New York city never sleeps), feeling completely alone and willing for sleep to give me some much-needed rest.
My mind, however, is wide awake and suddenly bursting with thoughts. So a typical night would probably go:
'Hmm...I really should start practising the piano more often....Maybe if I had a better piano, I would......Who am I kidding, that will be too expensive....Well, it wouldn't be too expensive if not for the stupid inflat......nah...don't even go there.....Damn, those cavemen sure got it right. No cars, no demand for oil, and best of all, no ERP....Sure, entertainment was beating themselves with fists, but that's the trade-off. We have evolved though....we now publicly starve dogs to death in the name of art.....poor thing...Mmmm...now I'm hungry. It's too troublesome to get up for food...I'll just sleep it off. Hey, I really should go grocery shopping soon...."
And so on. Before I know it, it is six in the morning and my neighbour is screaming at her kids to get up.
Someone great once said that it is your inner child that keeps you awake at night. Well, I should be proud then. My child is a genius.
So now the sky is brightening. The world stirs and slowly rouses from its slumber. I feel stoned and my head aches, but my child is finally succumbing to sleep.
I hate the nights.
