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Finding Love With Insomnia - Short Story.


The time on your malicious alarm clock alerts you that you should still be sleeping. Sadly your body seems to disagree. You lay awake, your eyes fixated on the sinister ceiling. You begin to wonder why nobody has invented ceiling posters; something to look at to help you sleep. You think that it sounds like a feasible product and you begin to devise a business plan in your head. Your mind wonders off into the world of tax and numerical figures. It stresses you out so you disregard the idea. You continue to stare at the ceiling and tell yourself that tomorrow you will wake up and do something about animating the ceiling. Secretly you know that it won’t happen but you like the satisfaction of being able to convince yourself that it will. 

You try to make yourself comfortable, you toss and turn but your bed feels nothing but awkward. Maybe if you change sides, it will help. It doesn’t. You are back where you started. You take a deep breath and think about techniques that supposedly help you sleep. Counting sheep is at the top of the list. Maybe you should paint hundreds of tiny sheep on the ceiling, then at least you'd have something to count. You begin to imagine aimless sheep gathered in your bedroom but the thought is troubling. You face the alarm clock, it is still nowhere near morning, in fact only six minutes have passed since the last time you checked.

You sit up and turn on the light. Someone looks at you from the mirror that is placed opposite your bed. The face terrifies you until you realise that it is your own reflection. You look absolutely awful. You wonder what a future partner would think if they ever saw you like this. You look for something to do to help you fall asleep. There are books placed on your shelf and work that occupies your desk. You are too exhausted to do anything; you turn off the light and get back into your bed. Again you begin to stare at the ceiling, wondering what to do with yourself. You are frustrated, your body is too drained to move but your mind will not shut itself down. You begin to process the events of the day and your mind spirals off into a thousand directions. This keeps you occupied for what seems like hours but is in fact only minutes.

Suddenly you think you hear a noise, you run to the window in hope that something exciting is happening, something that will distract you from your inability to sleep. Sadly it is just the neighbourhood cat rummaging through the bins. You are disappointed. You continue to watch the cat in hope that it might do something interesting. Maybe it will unearth a body disguised as a mannequin. You begin to question where your overactive imagination came from. It couldn’t be from your parents or a relative; they are too dull. Maybe you are adopted. It is at that moment that you happen to see her. A woman is standing at her window also watching the cat. Your eyes meet, she looks awful too. A smile is triggered. It is 4am and you have found the love of your life.

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