Tuesday, April 1, 2008

The Sleepless Sea




Sleep can be troublesome, elusive, and stubborn. When the clock ticks away, the sheets strangle, and the pillow hardens, it seems that every time you try to catch it in your gaze, it shies away, slipping under the shadows, peering at you, waiting. And then your bed seems like a massive sea of tangled cloth, exposing a foot to the cold, heating you unbearably and twisting around you in a grasp that is unfathomable in the daylight. You long for the days when sleep was kind to you, caressed you, blessed you with its comfortable numbness. Why has it turned on you? What did you do to offend?

Someone once recounted to me a myth concerning the origins of sleep. I'll tell this to you next time.

5 comments:

oleg said...

So that's what those noises were in the middle of the night.

Oleg said...

Shantala you're not nice… remember when I helped you with your drinking problem, and cut up your food when you could no longer chew, getting old is not easy ;)

Ned said...

with compliments for your art...you are great personality...

Ned said...

thanks a lot shantala...I'm sorry I don't speake english well.
I'm very proud of your appreciations...
I will add your link to my blog and I hope to see you soon...

Rey O said...

thats why I sleep in a hyperbaric chamber, like Micheal Jackson.

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