A Short Tale About Sleep...

I can see colours and shapes that shift and dance...

Waiting For A Dream...

I can't sleep again.

All I want right now is to fall asleep, even for an hour or two, and reset my mind, to stop it from spinning and clattering.

I don't dream very often,.. at least, I don't remember dreaming very often. Usually, when I do remember, it's something surreal and terrifying that leaves a feeling of unshakable dread, a black shadow that clings to the back of my mind, whispering to me.

What I really want right now, is a couple of hours of dreamless, deep rest... but it isn't coming, I can't switch off. 

Staring at my own hand, I imagine I can see colours and shapes that shift and dance in the pattern of lines on my palm, and in the air around them.

It's in this moment that I begin wonder if I am awake at all, and that this is the dream that will stay with me for the rest of the day. So horribly mundane and pointless, to dream that you're awake and you can't sleep, to yearn for a short respite of thoughtless oblivion that means you can awaken later and get on with life.

Glancing again at my hand, I see that the gyrating motes have gone away once more, and feel that my eyelids are growing heavier. Will I perhaps dream that I'm falling asleep after being unable to sleep in a dream that I'm already having? I no longer care, and settle down, hoping for the comforting nothingness that I so desperatley crave.