Insomnia

It was a beautiful stormy night, wind blowing, rain coming down, and the light that shot across the sky resembled fireworks on the forth of July! The thunder was the only thing that would shock you about that storm, its loud crack followed by a bang was so unpredictable and would’ve definitely woke her up if she wasn’t already awake. The room was completely pitch black, only light was that of the occasional near by lighting bolt; flashing a strobe of white into the all black canvas she stared into. What was she even doing up? Things she would ponder at this time. It didn’t make sense, she knew that it was important she woke up well rested, then again, she could easily blame her insomnia on the storm. She tossed her body over to the right side, trying desperately to find a more comforting position. No luck, she quickly shifted back on her back, facing the black empty ceiling. She tried closing her eyes for a moment, this only gave her mind the opportunity to remind her that she was faking and go through an archive of things she forgot to do earlier that day. “Great!” she said softly to herself. Every part of her was caving into the idea of giving up hope of trying to get some sleep. Just as the crackling sound of the thunder smacked her eardrums, she finally sparked an idea.

She knew where those sleeping pills were, the ones she had stopped taking because they started not to work. And she never was one of those people that took medicine for the smallest of reasons, like Tylenol for a headache. It’s like the signs your body is trying to tell you something is wrong can easily be fix with a magic pill. Bullshit! There were far more healthier remedies. She wasn’t in the mood for a debate with her healthy side tonight though. She needed her sleep and she knew it, so she got up from her uncomfortable position, turned on the light and reached for the door. Heading out into the dark hallway, walking only a few feet towards the night light she set up in the bathroom a few weeks ago. Upon reaching the bathroom she turned towards the medicine cabinet. It was this old wooden wicker box that hung firmly over the toilet and stuck out about 3 inches from the wall. She reached for both the wooden knobs and opened the cabinet doors. Inside was a scramble of medications that she stopped taking over the past year since she decided to become more homeopathic. After about 20 seconds of picking up different vials to check the labels, she finally came across the medication she needed. She popped of the cap, tipped the vial until two white tablets arrived in her hand, opened her mouth and placed them in her tongue. Then, she turned on the sink, cupped her hand under the running water and sipped up just enough to swallow them down. Afterwards, she stood there for a minute wondering if the medicine would work right away. As she thought to herself that’s too good to be true. She headed back to her dark, empty room to gaze at the ceiling again until she finally fell asleep.

As she quietly laid there, as if she were on her death bed, she heard the creaking sound of someone stepping on the wooden floor board in her bedroom. Immediately, she sat up! The sound surprised her, but not as much as what she then saw right before her. The creature stood about 6’9’’ it had an almond shaped head, an extremely thin, narrow body with a small torso, making the limbs look as if they just never stoped growing. The layout of its face was simple, it didn’t have a nose, and the eyes were all black, rectangles that were fairly spaced across from each other, the mouth was this tiny opening that was located right above what appeared to be the chin. She couldn’t make out the color of the creature. She blinked once, twice and then a third time. To see if she could attempt to erase the alien, as if it were some kind of illusion!