Monotony Monday #?? – Mmmmmmeh
The short of it: Sometimes sleep is more than the silence that starts it.
You stare at the back of your eyelids.
The roar of nothing deafens you.
You blink in and out of consciousness, waiting for the one that lasts more the unsatisfying split second that trades time for nothing.
This is supposed to be sleep, the great equalizer, the cousin of death.
And yet it dances around you like some sort of dark goose. Black swan. Whatever.
That’s when the A/C kicks on again, replacing a silent roar with an actual roar, gently rattling over the sound of the world outside. The fog of noise surrounds you. The hum slowly travels in one ear before exiting out the other, collecting the terrifying array of thoughts screaming around in your brain as it leaves. A blanket of ambience settles over you, coaxing the cure for your exhaustion.
And then you wake up.