Tuesday, 13 May 2008

Peace, peace she is not dead

She doth not sleep, she hath awakened from the dream of life... Oh yes, no matter how wonderful a day I have had the best bit of any twenty four stretch will be the eight hours or so I slept through. The only man I have ever taken to court (OK a Westminster City Hall Tribunal) is the idiot who runs the chicken shop across the road from my building – his crime – keeping me awake at 4 in the morning serving filthy tortured foul carcass to people too drunk to know what they are eating. I couldn’t sleep the other night largely due to him, though he does have to close at 3 now thanks to me. I don’t know what happens to me in the middle of the night – an abyss of despair washes in around my tangled sheets – life becomes a fast moving train to hell I want to jump off – my outlook is black and blackens further with every hour – I hate it. I live on Cinderella time I have to be asleep by midnight or the next day is a right off.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

yes, nothing worse than the night time space looming. Thoughts get bigger and meaner, time lengthens but morning speeds towards you relentlessly. OMG is it really 5am. I have to be up in 2 hours. I hate it.