Sleep
William Deeter Sr.
Tick, tick, tick.
The clock counted the seconds off of his life. As he lied there. All he wanted was to go to sleep. To nestle in the sandman’s sweet embrace. The darkness in the room didn’t help him.
Tick, tick, tick.
The shadows cast by the full moon fill the room with odd shadows that begin to play tricks on his sleep deprived mind. In the far side of the room he starts to see a figure that is just sitting there mocking him.
Tick, tick, tick.
The figure starts to move about. The figure moves towards the bed in a jerking motion. As it almost reaches the bed it vanishes. He looks around the room and cannot find the mystery figure.
Tick, tick, tick.
As he begins to lay his head back down on the pillow, the figure returns. It just stands there. “What do you want?” The figure just stands there. “WHAT DO YOU WANT?!?” And yet again the figure stands there motionless.
Tick, tick, tick.
He watches the figure as it begins to move. Again it vanishes into the darkness. This time as he waits and waits the figure doesn’t return. Eventually he tries again to at least get a little sleep. Yet again he just lies there staring up at the ceiling.
Tick, tick, tick.
As the minutes and hours slip away, he does begin to get drowsy. Normally one might fight the slipping into the realm of dreams. But, after all several days of insomnia he just lets his body drifts off to sleep. The minutes pass and as he finally gets some long overdue sleep, he is rudely brought out his sleep.
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP
“goddammit!” “Fucking alarm clock.” He reaches over and quickly grabs the alarm clock and tosses it across the room. It smashes against the wall. He lies back down, but once again he finds himself just staring up at the ceiling above his bed.
Tick, tick, tick.