Insomnia and the Dreamer

“How do you do that?” I asked her.

 

We were lying next to one another on her bed. I had just gotten of school when she called me on my cell phone; she wanted me to come over to her house since we hadn’t been able to spend any time together lately. It ended up with the two of us cuddling with one another on her bed. Our arms wound tightly and gently against the other in some ancient and forgotten fashion, and our foreheads rubbing against one another with the strands of our hair making a new exotic color.

 

“Do what?”

 

“Manage to keep yourself awake all this time without going stir crazy?”

 

She had told on the phone that she hadn’t gotten any sleep in the past few days. She always had a severe case of insomnia that went untreated. So do I. But nobody knows. And while I tossed and turned for hours trying to force unconsciousness she had always managed to bide her time, though she paid the price. She once whispered in my ear that it was only in the moments when she was next to me. The dam to a chaotic river.

 

“Who said I wasn’t a bit crazy?” she said with a smile.

 

“You’re a mystery.” That amused her and she rewarded it with a kiss.

 

It was these moments with her that cured my insomnia. The dam to a chaotic river.

 

Reviews

[Jennifer Ryan]

Different. I would have liked to have seen more go with this. At this point its not really a story and its not formatted to a poem so really you are just giving us a snippet... a good one mind you but I would have liked more elaboration.