NOT SLEEPING

You’ve already done fifty sit-ups because your neighbour is throwing a party and you can’t sleep.  The love songs you’re listening to sound horrible with the drumming bass from next door, it’s too warm in bed and you have to be up tomorrow at seven a.m.. Then there’s that idea stuck in your head but the laptop is downstairs and you’re too lazy to get it, plus it’s the middle of the freaking night.

Your hair is kind of annoying you because it kind of sticks to your throat but you can’t sleep with a ponytail. Your blanket is already heated up and your pillow can’t seem to be comfortable.

Of course, you don’t want to wake up your friends by texting. You don’t dare to start to read because then you won’t stop for two hours.

Now the smell of the pen ink makes you nostalgic.

You thought the party was over because it was quiet for at least two minutes but alas, you were wrong and here it goes again. You start thinking about your life, making resolutions you know you won’t keep. You start making plans that will never work out. You start dreaming.

But you still can’t sleep.

You hate everybody who is  asleep right now. It annoys the crap out of you. You almost wrote a page of ranting. Thinking about blogging it.

Uncomfortable position that hurts bad wrist even more than usual.

Melancholy takes over. You almost cry although you don’t really have a reason.

Your handwriting turns from quite neat to horribly messy. Your fingers hurt from clutching that pen. They still smell like chocolate from the chocolate biscuits you made earlier.

You turn of the light, turn over your blanket and make a ponytail.

Good luck.