Tuesday, April 15, 2008

The Sleepless Nights

I have insomnia these days.

I shut the television off because I don't want to torture my sleeping husband with the sounds of Sex and the City reruns. I shut the light off because I don't want to torture myself with the thought of "one more page" from the Isabel Allende book that I'm reading and can't put down. In the dark I lie on my back and stare at the ceiling. The lights from the cars streaming down the street outside my window seem to dance across the walls. The sound of the cars at the hour are just a white noise that blend in with everything else.

Before the Sun Rose

I try to focus on the cars and the steady, drab sounds they make at night in a city where they honk loudly all day. Eventually I drift off, unaware of the time, but still able to hear the hum of the night outside.

The Waking Night

I hope that tomorrow I wake up refreshed...

The Good Morning