Good Riddance!
Sleep abandoned me. Wrapped up a can of pork ‘n beans in an old kerchief and headed for sunnier climes.
Not that we were ever that close. We’d had our differences, but I wasn’t expecting this. In spite of the benefits to my time management, after a day or two something seemed slightly off kilter.
At first it was a slight burning of the eyes. Nothing extreme; more the type of discomfort you experience when you attempt to scream within a nightmare and all you’re able to choke out are consonants. Consonants don’t lend themselves well to a good scream. “Q’s” are especially poor conductors of fear. “Q’s” tend to logjam at the back of your throat right when some noise would really come in handy. I’ve damn near strangled in dreams where I’ve misused a “Q”.
The biggest problem I can see, so far, with sleep leaving is that it didn’t take the nightmares with it. Straight pins aren’t terribly frightening, even as they pulse and glow as they’re counted by a disembodied voice. But that part is just insulting; for chrissake’s, I know how to count! And the numbers themselves, in their plaid pajamas, are no more than a little unnerving; but the atmosphere surrounding the pins seems so thick. Panic probably describes the sensation better than fear. Smothering.
I’m pretty sure fever isn’t hosting this event. When fever invites a nightmare it can be taunting, but doesn’t laugh right in your face the way this one does.
I don’t care that sleep is gone, but it could have taken these nightmares…it was only a can of beans…I know it could have fit the dreams in there…or, at least the pins…but, I don’t care that sleep is gone…bastard…
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Cheer up. When sleep leaves, its sister, insomnia, will come to keep you company!
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Just what I need to deal with now...sibling rivalry.
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In my experience, sleep is fickle. Just when you think you might actually be better off without it, it'll show up at your front door again, giving you puppy-dog eyes and offering a catnap by way of apology for leaving.
Speaking of catnaps, Gwendolyn wasn't abandoned too, was she?
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You're probably right. And, no, I'm pretty sure Gwendolyn could sleep through a train wreck...again.
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Sleep and I have a nodding acquaintance, but we have never been that close.
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Sleep and I were once inseparable...but, apparently, we've grown apart.
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Pinhole, Pinhole... and you expect us to be surprised that you're a fan of Salvador Dali? Pfffttt! Man, you *define* surrealism!
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Okay, maybe 'surprised' wasn't the best word choice.
And, I'm most flattered.
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Heck, if I was trying to flatter you, Pinhole, you'd probably melt like a clock.
Just sayin'...
By the way, did you know a visitor can't get to your site if the triple-W is on the front end of the link? I just now tried to click over here from my site, and it was all sadly in vain. I was forced to actually type. I fear that means you're missing out on some of that cherished link love...
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Yes, the address to my blog contains no triple-W. If it is entered with the three W's, Lord only knows where you'll wind up. Did I mess up and put the W's in?
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Once or twice, the extra www is there: Overachiever, maybe?
I'll edit/fix the old ones for you. Just because you make me laugh.
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Thanks for fixing the broken links. And I don't think anyone has ever accused me of being an overachiever.
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Is the Mad Hatter running through here or what?
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If so, I hope he wasn't carrying scissors.
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