- Awake.
- Damnit, I was having such a nice dream to. What time is it? 4 A.M., you kiddin’ me? I put up with enough of this bullshit at work, I don’t need it here.
- Shit.
- Who’s making that noise? They need to shut up, I swear to god.
- Wait.
- Is that music? Singing?
- Bullshit.
- Wait.
- …
- It’s not bad actually. Maybe something I could go to sleep to.
- Shit I know this song too! Grandma used to sing it to me when I had a bad day. I never knew what she was saying though, that respirator wasn’t too kind to her. Come to think of it, neither was I. Too many Darth Vader jokes.
- Music! This is not music. Music is mental filler for commuters between work and home. This is the creation of a muse or a… a… an angel. This is incredible.
- I can almost see her. Maybe if I open the window more…
- You are beautiful! Your beauty could make the morning come early!
- Woman, you created a new emotion.
- An emotion that is not logged in the books.
- An emotion that not even a 1950’s broadcaster could emulate.
- What are you? Did I even awake?
- I need to say something.
- I try not to make a habit of asking angels for favors, but those halos are too inviting.
- I need to say something.
- 4 A.M is no longer a time, it’s a state of mind.
- I need to say something.
- Yes. I can’t explain what she is stirring in me, but I have to try.
- She needs to know.
- It’s 4 A.M.
- I need to say.
- She needs to know.
- Alright woman, I hope you hear me, but more importantly, I hope you know…
- …
- …
- “HEY WOMAN…shut the fuck up! It’s 4 in the fuckin’ A.M. and I need some sleep damnit! I get enough of this shit at work and I don’t need it here….shit…”
- …
- I sigh.
- She cries.
- I lay down.
- She’s now away.
- She needed to know.
- Finally, some fucking sleep.
Monday, November 14, 2011
how many eighth notes will it take to get to the core of just how much sleep I'm willing to miss?
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