The Insomniac

The chair is now his bed every morning. The brushes drew a face which stuck in his mind forever.

Its 3:27 am on the clock, his head still rests on the pile of pillows over the bed

He has been trying to sleep for last one hour looking right in the center of the ceiling

Hundred thoughts chasing each other with the slight hope of intersecting at a point and land to a conclusion

He tries to pin each one of them and align them in the order which he felt would be right

Astonishing he feels when he sees the same thing coming on top every single time

Why can’t he get it off his head even after he summons all his courage and concentration

He looked at the poster of Ronaldo hanging right in front which said “Impossible is Nothing”

He bangs his head on the pile, why did it seem impossible if they say so. Why cant he sleep!

The exasperation was way much more than the indent which he had left for the worst case scenarios

Its been three nights in a row and the fear of rejection never lost the race among the other ninety nine thoughts

The mind apprehended another tormented attack on itself

He takes a walk outside trying to call on few numbers and seldom, he ends up switching the phone off

Sitting with huge amount of composure the heart calms the head down and a rather rare head heart compatibility check happens

Amidst all of this he watched the clock indicating 4:40 am and he sits in the small balcony looking at the first ray of the dawn

The pain gets hindered with that slight light which falls on his skin

The insomniac smiles for the first time in six hours as if the light was burning all his fears

He plugged in his earphones, clicked on his favorite playlist

Sat on the table, took a sheet and his superlative pencil. The smile prevailed again with each shade by the pencil

Head bowed down but this time the thoughts were channelized

He was painting all his fears on that paper. He ended up making a portrait in a matter of minutes

Long hair, eyes glittering on a round face. He smiled and kept it in his file where he kept all the other ones, placing it on top of a plastic sheet

Through which that same face was visible. He closed the file and then his eyes with that same smile spread all over his face.

The chair was his bed every morning!!!!

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

Thoughtfully wandering

Great Read

Matthew

[Abhishek Singh]

Thanks Matthew :)

[Matthew Kult]

You are welcome

Matthew