A good sleep was now hard to come by.
josh
Not too long ago, it came easily. It washed over me slowly and deliberately, pulling me downwards into slumber with a sweet, deep heaviness. I sank with relative ease.
Not too long ago I dreamt of faraway skies, of exotic delights that set my mouth yearning for tastes I did not yet know. Uninterrupted fantasies of former lovers, of faceless strangers who tapped into my deepest desires.
Not too long ago, it was sweet.
Now, I yearned for that tug into the unconscious abyss. I prayed for something like silence. Yet my mind whispered and roared into every corner that was once blissfully quiet.
Now, I lie and I think of you and the countless days we spent together. Endless scenes flit both in front of my eyes and behind my tiresome lids - there is no escape.
Now, I feel each one of my muscles and I stretch them to their full extent. Each finger burns in a very specific way. I think I like it.
I look at the calendar on the plain white wall of my bedroom. It tells me that it is Sunday. Possibly the third Sunday of the month. I don’t know when that happened.