October 10, 2014

“There are those who cannot sleep. I am among them. I cannot sleep, I cannot sleep, I cannot sleep. God knows I try. I cover myself with a ragged baby blanket and pray for a thrashing lullaby to come for me. I curl up beneath the kitchen table and wait for unconsciousness. I drink several glasses of warm milk and give myself diarrhea instead of exhaustion. I go into the kitchen and keep the lights off. I stand before the glow of the refrigerator light and I wait for a glass to shatter or the milk to spill.”

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: