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 - A Cocktail for another Sleepless Night

A dialogue between two British gentlemen goes on inside my head.  Non-stop, they talk, like Monty Python, in the wee hours of the night.  It's not what they say that keeps me awake but my fascination with their ability to do it continually, with words flowing like a faucet from the ethos into my brain.  I lay in my bed, eyes shut and brain engaged, my body is weary and begging for sleep.  They won't shut up!  What are they doing in my universe?  If this is going to happen then why can't they at least be speaking Spanish?  I could consider that an exercise, a study.

But no, it's just them.  Gibbering on and on.  And on and on. I breathe deeply and exhale.  Hoping an effort at focusing on the darkness inside my eyelids will show them I'm bored with them now and they should exit.  I breathe again and study the black, the flashes of white and the tiny dots that dance across the canvas of my mind's eye.  The voices fade.  I'm alone.  Finally.  I breathe deep.

And then, a flood of unwarranted anxiousness rushes through me, pouring from my chest through my arms and into my head.  Heat consumes my entire torso and the peacefulness of the dark is again washed away.  I lie awake in sweat. 

The hot flash.  Lovely.

It is now just a bit after 6am.  I pull myself out of bed to the bathroom and then, mechanically, to the kitchen for water. 

Another night's rest, lost.

Please take note should you see me today.  I'm not at my best :)