Insomnia Part I

A scene of a man who suffers insomnia

        A cigarette after another he blows as he awaits for the phone to ring, it might be her, it might be them, it might be the life-time chance he needed and it might be a friend, still he smiles, regrets nothing, it was his choice he thinks, and now he has to deal of its outcome, sipping his cold coffee he lights another cigarette, turns on the radio and sets in a dark room, disoriented he starts talking to himself; “Good evening Sir,” “ Good evening,” the conversation starts at 3:00am “how are we doing today?” “pretty well thanks for asking, how ‘bout yourself?” he walks to the kitchen makes two cups of coffee, “Cream and sugar?” he asks, “that would be exquisite” takes a seat and start sipping his black coffee, “I can never understand how you add things to fine bitter coffee, it doesn’t make any sense” in a loud voice he said, “what does?” he stood in silence for few seconds, “what does what?” in a fearful tune he asked, “what makes any sense, we were taught the word ‘sense’, and as humans we have a margin of error so what makes sense in such a world” a dog barks in the background, “he does if you ask me, something has got to make sense” sips more black coffee, “quiet true my friend, but do you?” he closes his eyes for few seconds, falls asleep for less than a minute, yet he felt it was a life-time, “Good morning my friend, I see you’re still here, apologies for falling asleep last night, I have been sleepless for days, care for some coffee?” he walks to the kitchen although he noticed steam coming up his coffee, yet he walks in anyway, “do you?” he turns back as if the sound he made came from the living room, his heart beats faster and blood rushes into his brain like never before, falls on the ground as the music fades, with his thumb and index he closes his own eyes and whispers; “sleep well my friend I will take care of this mess before I leave, I find it very weird that we almost look identical, yet never met until last night” he said as he pick up those two cups and started to clean the room, he then walks towards his bed, tuck himself in, then walks to the front door, grabs they keys for his car drive for hours then get back to his place, “Good morning my friend, time for you to wake up, I hope you had a good sleep, you needed it after all” he said before crawling into his empty bed, “as a matter of fact I did, I even had a dream of us having coffee, and you asked for sugar and cream” he looks down his feet to find that his shoes are still on, then laughs insanely with smoke filling his lungs, “I told you that you don’t.” 

Author's Note

Reviews are welcomed

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good opening chapter. I like the sickness of Insomnia used in a story. We must have sleep for our body and mind to function. I will come back in a few day and read the rest of the story. Being worked to death. Thank you for sharing the excellent opening chapter.
Coyote

[TL Boehm]

Yes, insomnia can quickly make one crazy.Nice start to this story. Well done.

[M.Kilani]

Thanks, feel free to read next chapters.

[Namaa Hammond]

NICE ENDING! what did he take when he had the confusion / slash realization aabout the shoes. he must have had some really good drugs mm yummay :P lool really i love it!!

[waleed blacko]

thats indeed a very nice piece of work...i enjoyed reading it :)