Insomnia

Tired eyes, active mind

Lashes cascaded across my eggplant skin

Pounding in front of my brain that begs for rest, though my mind begs for attention like a child's hands are still, though energy rest on the edges of my fingertips ready to smash the alarm that is set for 5:45. tick tick tick tick

Time passes slowly, but all at once I can feel the grey emerging from my shaft but I'm still too young. Too young to understand? No, too young to be. Too young to experience? No, too young to explain it.

Tick tock tick tock another hour wasted, I try to trap my mind into its cage but it doesn't fit anymore. The edges of the matter ooze phrases and numbers. One tick, 2 tocks, 3 ticks, 4tocksk.

My eyelids fling back faster than the gates of hell but it's too late...my mind has escaped yet again. I look to the right and the left I look up and down only to find the remanence of the ooey gooey. Broken phrases, meaningless numbers stick to the edges of the cage. I wait for my mind to return to its rightful place. Just when the pounding starts again my young brain slugs it's way back into the cage and my upper eyelashes retreat back to meet with their equals. Tick tick tick tick BBBBBRRRRRIIIINNNNGGGGG.

My fingers slam on the snooze in the hopes that my brain won't hear but it never works...the only difference is that this time instead of secreting mindless goo, the phrases are clearer and the numbers make more sense. As my fingers grope the table, the chair, and my eyelashes ever so innocently greet my eyelids to say good morning, I promise myself that I'll get a bigger and stronger lock for the cage next time.