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Thursday, 30 December 2004
sleepless nights
Mood:
 not sure
Topic: sleepless nights
Sleepless Nights
A little after three in the morning and I lay looking up at the ceiling wondering if I would sleep again before morning enters the room properly. It was no good, I could not lay there waiting for sleep to envelope me I had to get up. It looked as if it was going to be yet another of those nights.
I dragged myself out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen. I looked over at my computer and wondered if maybe playing another of those jigsaw games would help me feel sleepy.
I decided a chamomile tea and maybe a few minutes of trying to bore myself would help.
The hot water fountain was a godsend to me at this time of night. No boiling of kettles and waiting for the steam to surround me.
I placed my cup nearby and started to click on my keyboard to bring my sleepy computer back to life. I started to browse through my internet explorer home page and could soon see awful destruction and dire happenings around the world. Depressing news did not make me sleepy.
I picked up my cup and breathed in the aroma of the freshly brewed Chamomile and sighed. Memories of other sleepless nights entered my head as I shut my eyes and reminisced. I was soon dwelling on days of sadness and grief that I had endured three years previously. Three seconds of thought and the three years seemed like yesterday. I shook myself back to reality and pushed back the thoughts of death and dying that had surrounded me for the brief few seconds that I had allowed it to.
The soft patter of rain hitting the window caught my attention and I looked out at the pool as it glistened with the moonlight and made flickering patterns as each tiny droplet hit its surface and then rebounded.
I smiled to myself at the beauty of it all and then sat back on my computer chair and sipped my tea slowly. I searched for my blog and decided to add a little more to it about my life, blogging I had only discovered a few days previously. I had read others who had blogged for years and found the concept a little exciting but a little nerve wrecking. Did I want to let strangers into my deepest thoughts? I was still not sure and I knew that maybe I would never be sure. I also knew that it was possible that nobody would ever discover my writings. I sipped a little more and rubbed my eyes as the drowsy feeling that had sent me to sleep earlier started to cloud over me and my words started to mingle with each other, dancing on my monitor as the rain had on the pool.......
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