It's almost three in the morning and instead of sleeping I've got my lamp on, a movie running and my computer open to Lit Reactor. Why? I woke up. It was dark. It was quiet. And my bloody imagination got excited. Now there is a fleet of monstrosities lurking in the shadows just beyond the glow of my electronic fortress. Which is good. Because prior to the aforementioned distractions, they were hovering over me, crouching at the foot of my bed, and sliding under the sheets next to me.
What thoughts keep you awake at night?
Monsters? Money? School? Kids? Work?
A black widow spider dangling inches above my sleeping head.
Love. Little else.
Thoughts about how existence is pain and my life means nothing and even if it did, I would fail in whate'er I do.
Surf. The only thing that keeps me awake is when the chart shows a massive storm on it's way. The air fills with salt and a subtle hint of citrus carried from the Mediterranean. I can see the swell hit, and the excitement will be such that I can't sleep. I will email friends to say I can't sleep and get an instant reply - they are the same. Ending up, them over at mine. Drinking coffee waiting for the sun to rise.
I worry as a hobby, especially at night, when I flail in search of solutions. The introduction of the 'net has not helped that, because surely, you know. the truth is out there, if I just do enough Google searches. It's that, or the sound of cat hurling, usually.
I sympathize with the cat bit. When my roommate is gone, his cat wanders the house making horrifying sounds that should only be made by things in extreme pain and/or experiencing death...