Morning

"To sleep, perchance to dream- ay, there's the rub." Hamlet (III, i, 65-68)

Last night the fan exploded, my brain overheated and the mosquitoes feasted.

Last night I didn't get six seconds of sleep.

At 1:13 a.m I was staring at a standing fan spin in the dark corner of a moonlit room. I watched, unblinking, as it erupted in a yellow orange flame, accompanied by a gunshot snap, followed by a fleeting puff of smoke. This does not help one get sleep. I'm not sure what it gets you, but it's not sleep.

Not five seconds of sleep.

At 1:36 a.m., the Stygian air held kamikaze insects, the sounds of a hundred unidentifiable creatures and the unbearable stench of three dogs who don't care to go outside to release their gas. The only problem with locking anything out, is that you lock everything else in.

Not four seconds of sleep.

At 1:57 a.m., I was convinced I had just had a near fatal altercation with someone who I couldn't get out of my head. I vividly remember a bone snapping. No words are clear, but the name, face, and completely fabricated sequences haunted my wide open, and increasingly frustrated eyes and mind.

Not three seconds of sleep.

By 2:23 a.m. I was franticly struggling to find reality somewhere in a world tainted with over active synapses and delirium... it was not a nice place. Thoughts imagined were confused infused miscued with actions all too real. I was battling consequences to events I had imagined and was doubting the actualities before me.

Not two seconds of sleep.

It's ... bothering how something you have no prior emotional physical rational association with can creep in and take over your mind like a fog. No matter what beam you use, all you see is the blasted fog. What's even more bothering is you don't know what decision to take to get out - drive slower and keep your eyes peeled on the inches in front, twist the throttle flat out and rush towards the inevitable, or just shut the engine off and sit it out.

Not one second of sleep.

Thank God for late night television, cold water, warm sugar buns and sunrise.

Who needs sleep when you can witness the moment that tomorrow has finally come.