[Miscellany]

It's not the caffeine, or lack thereof. You've found yourself awake at 3am or 4am or 5am, tossing under the covers and driving you from bed for months now. Most of the time you glance at the blinking display, roll over and fall back into dreams. Other times you are not so lucky, sighing into the pillow and fighting with Dream. This particular morn you wonder if the rain woke you or whether it was something else more sinister. Either could be true. Regardless, here you are once again, listening to the rain hit the roof. It begins as the kind of light shower where you can hear each individual droplet, the light pin pricks and the heavy thuds dancing against the buildings and road. You lay back you close your eyes to the shadows of the room and hear how each sound distinguishes itself from the next until suddenly it all changes and the rain comes together to form a consistent rolling sound. A parade of heeled footsteps. A clapping audience. A drum beat in a jazz tune. You can't be bothered thinking anymore. Wouldn't it be nice to just turn it off? You will the tune in your head to send you to sleep.

posted by M at 3:06 am 14 comments