| | The last light lingered in the sky, threatening to fade. I flipped on the light before lying down in my bed and opening my book. I retreat into a world far from my own, reading stories of made up lives. It's all so simple when you think about it - life. It's simple enough to be someone's creation written on the pages of time.
A little after ten, I decide to go to sleep. The silence of the empty house echos around me. While I brush my teeth, I contemplate my reasons for being here. I live with my mom so I won't have to live alone, but more often than not, I sleep in an empty house. I hate it. I suppose I'm preparing to be on my own. I wish I had my dog.
I woke up at least every hour, if not more. Not really sure why. I can't remember dreaming - usually I wake up from bad dreams. Maybe it's the lack of silence surrounding the house. Each time I wake up, I am aware of the never ending whir of traffic.
I was already awake when someone lit off fire crackers a little after 3:00 A.M. I thought for sure it must only be midnight, or maybe 1. I was wrong. There is a point when it's not worth trying to sleep anymore. May as well get up and work... there's always lesson planning to get done.
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