A Random Conversation With Insomnia

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Through the pitch black of night, the neon green glow of the digital clock display atop my motel nightstand seems as bright as the noonday sun. It’s 2:13AM. Gimme a break. I’ve gotta be up in four hours. Of course he knows this, but doesn’t care. My burning eyes slowly glide toward the far corner of the beige stucco walled room. He’s staring back at me. I can see the smug glint of his pearly whites, and the ghostly haze of his eyes reflecting the moonlight peeking through the plastic blinds. His joy infuriates me.

“Why?”

“What are you talking about, ‘Why’?”

“Why won’t you leave me alone? Dude, you KNOW I have to get up to go to work in less than five hours!”

“I know, right? It’s just that we haven’t really spent any time together lately. You don’t invite me into your projects anymore, so I decided to just drop by for a visit.”

“I don’t wanna talk to you. I need sleep!”

“Pssh. Sleep is overrated. Trust me, you’ll get enough of that when you’re dead. C’mon man; It’s me! Your old pal. Remember how we used to stay up all night writin’ and beat-makin’? Good times.”

“Yeah, maybe for you. You don’t actually pay any taxes. You don’t have to work. Your only job is to goof off and reek havok! And for all that time spent with you, exactly what do I have to show for it?”

“Well…there was that one book we wrote.”

“Yeah, but-”

“Oh, what about the music we put together? Didn’t you just reach a new fan from Texas, yesterday?”

“Okay, that’s true but-”

“How about the short stories we pitch together while burning the midnight oil? You know this is the time we’re in the zone!”

In truth, I really don’t have any rebuttal to his claims. The proof is in the pudding.

“I’ve got another great idea cookin’ up. Just give me an hour and we’ll make magic!”

*Sigh* “Fine, what are we doing tonight?”

And so it goes. The dreaded curse of a creative is that he is forever shackled to insomnia.

Sleep Deprivation

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Hi. It’s late here in Michigan, but I’m in my writer’s closet. Sleep’s just gonna have to wait. So, I drew two interesting story topics from a pot tonight: “An Insomniac” and “What was that sound?” I’m supposed to combine these two into a fiction tale between 100 and 300 words. So here’s what I just came up with. I call it,

Sleep Deprivation

Bill glanced up at the black and white face of the time-checker. The big stick was pointing up, while the little stick dangled down toward the direction Teddy called ‘right’. Teddy noticed his companion staring and sashayed over.

“Just after 4AM,” Teddy purred.

“What is he still doing up?” Bill growled.

“I don’t know. He drank the entire bottle of sleep-aid, but it didn’t have any effect on him.”

A sudden crash made the duo jerk with a start. Bill yelped and Teddy cringed.

Caleb stood twitching, as he picked random shards of broken glass from the kitchen sink. Bill saw his black and white checkered pajamas fluttered against his increased heart rate.

“He’s in bad shape, dog,” Teddy purred. “I think that stuff’s got him wired. It’s bad enough he hasn’t slept in two days.”

“Yeah, maybe he just needs a good scratch.” Bill whimpered.

“A good-what are you talking about?” Teddy purred. His hazel eyes narrowed at Bill.

“He’s got a bad case of fleas!” Bill howled.

The duo rolled around the kitchen floor; a strange sight if ever there was one.

Caleb froze; glass shards from the broken ice-cappuccino jar still in hand. He shot a look at his dog and cat rolling around the kitchen floor as if racked by uncontrollable laughter.

“What the heck was that sound,” Caleb whispered. “Hey! You two can’t speak, so who’s laughing in here?”

“Check the cat,” Bill said. “I’d never laugh at you.”

Caleb shrieked until he collapsed to the floor, unconscious.

“Nice going, dog,” Teddy said. “You just killed our human.”

“At least he’s not twitching anymore.”