Short Talk on being an Insomniac Dream Addict

I toss and turn under colourful covers, my attempts to rest peacefully under white noise ignored by stubborn human functions. I restlessly press my eyes together, desperately distracted by the stars that shoot across my mind; I cling to them, hoping they’ll fly me away. Instead, I examine them in the dark hours, delaying the drift. When the clocks pass to AM I’m still here, dreaming with eyes wide open. The other night I could not pull my gaze away from the image of singing a flowerful melody for packed bleachers and theatre seats. Wandering with the feelings of ecstatic excitement, I promptly sat up to write this piece.