In Som Ni A

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: October 27, 2017

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In Som Ni A

Have you ever had one of those nights when you feel so tired that you just collapse into bed? The one where you close your eyes and instantly fall asleep? And then, an hour later you wake up again?

That was last night for me!

So tired, could hardly wait to shut myself down to sleep. Put my head on the pillow and I’m out like a light. But then something wakes me up. I’ve not a clue what, can’t hear anything unusual, can’t see anything in the darkness....but the damage is done.

I’ll lie there for a while, stare at the ceiling, listening. Just to make sure there really is nothing moving around either indoors or out. Nothing but the ticking of the clock. I’ll turn over eventually, shut my eyes, and will that sleep to come.

Instead of sleep, I get cramp. Have to get up, walk around until it eases off just a bit. No point going back to bed too quickly though for I know it will only strike again if I don’t allow it to completely go.

Back in bed and it’s shoulders, elbows.....they just don’t seem to fit. For some reason, tonight they seem to be jutting out too far. And then my neck makes me turn the other way. Turn over the pillows, start again, stare at the clock and two hours have gone. So much for a good night’s sleep.

But there’s still four hours until the alarm goes off. The night is not a total write-off yet. I’ll shut my eyes, try to slow my breathing, only to have them open wide again.....because of what ? Creaks! Definitely, something making a noise. I put every bit of concentration into listening. If a mouse walked across the floor downstairs I would hear it now. The hum of the freezer, the slight vibration of something on top of the fridge. I must remember not to leave something on top of there again!

The tick, tick, tick of that damn clock. How I want to hurl it out the window!

And there’s a drip. It is coming from the bathroom. Must have not turned the tap completely off, so up I get again. No dripping taps at all but I can still hear it faintly. It’s the feed-pipe to the attic water tank – it must be. That nearly always drips so how come I can hear it so clearly tonight.

The clock that I’ve resisted throwing tells me I now have two hours left before the alarm will go off. Is it worth it, trying to sleep? Maybe I’d be better off getting up early, getting some chores out of the way? But I’m so tired! I’ve got to get some sleep, somehow.

And there I am, back to staring at the ceiling. Every five minutes that passes it seems like the fridge and freezer get louder. There are vehicles driving down the road, the sound of radios, the odd footstep. Half an hour left.....

And just like that, I’m asleep for what feels like seconds before the alarm jars it’s way through my head. Can I do it? Can I really make myself keep going for another day? I’ll drag myself up, make a coffee so strong it tastes disgusting. I have to force it down, try and break through the fog until I make it through to another night.....of in-som-ni-a.


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