Have You Forgotten Me?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a short story that I wrote about the wandering mind and its inability to find restful sleep. I hope my audiences enjoy.

Submitted: July 21, 2015

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Seconds, minutes, hours.

I open and close my eyes. There is no difference in the darkness I see either way. My room is completely silent, and yet, I find myself unable to sleep. I think about my day, and how I could have changed things, which by the way, is a complete waste of my time. There was nothing that I could have done earlier to prevent it, and there certainly isn't anything I can do now to mke it different. And so I lay in my bed and stare into the empty darkness, hoping to God that somewhere past the blinding blackness, my ceiling still stands; and not some strange passageway which could swallow me whole and take me away from this place. Maybe that fear is really a wish in my subconcious. I want to disappear from the world, an escape to a better life perhaps in another world. A new life where people might like meI quickly roll my eyes and shake my head. There is absolutely nothing that could coax me out of this comfortable bed. Not even my sleep deprived illusions and random wonderings. I roll over on my side and, again, close my eyes, praying for sleep to befall me. It doesn't and I groan impatiently. I sit up and check the time on my phone. 1:16 AM. At this point I am never going to get to sleep. Not with the sun coming up in just a few short hours. It will blind me and pester me as I lay, sleepless, in my bed. I finally give up on sleep and begin singing songs in my head. Soft songs that about hidden beauties and secret heavens. Finally, my muscles grow weak and my mind slows its thoughts. My eyelids are fighting to stay open, and losing the battle against the invisible hero that is taking over me. My breathing calms and I hug my pillow tight, pretending it is a warm body cuddled with me. The blackness around me, which is hiding the contents of my room, fades into nothingness and my eyes fall completely closed. Sleep has finally come to save me from my restless discomfort. Sleep has not forgotten about me.


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