Waiting. Attendre. II

Asleep at 115am.

Awake at 2:15am.

Darkness. Blackness. Greyness.

Thoughts running.

Mind is spinning.

Spinning out of control.

The body turns. Flips. Shifts.

The mind keeps running.

Eyes open. Eyes close.

Darkness. Blackness. Greyness.

Shapes. Shadows. Stillness.

A car's engine growls by.

Fading.

Restless. Disturbed. Frustrated.

The heart pumps.

Echoes of it in the eardrums.

Thump thump.

Waiting.

For the elusive peace of sleep.

It hides. Doesn't come.

The house creaks.

Sounds of the night.

The dark is more alive than you think.

Darkness. Blackness. Greyness.

Waiting.

The mind still runs.

Echoes of thoughts.

Slivers of restlessness.

Permeate every cell in the body.

3:00am.

Get up. Walk. Pace.

Living room. TV.

Alone in the dark.

Colours. Shades. Voices.

Distorted images.

Chills. Ghostly Breeze.

Waiting. For fatigue to come.

The mind runs on.

Thoughts. Staccato. Broken.

In the room again.

4:00am.

Restlessness still.

Darkness is laughing.

Mocking.

Haven't you found what you're looking for?

4:30am.

Waiting.

Darkness. Blackness. Greyness.

4:45am.

Waiting.
Darkness. Blackness. Greyness.

5:00am.

5:30am