It's dark,
but not pitch black.
I've never been able to sleep
in complete darkness.
The television is on,
my regular nightlight.
It's the white noise I need,
to keep the silence at bay.
My alarm is going off,
in ten minute intervals.
The opening song for
Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift
blares for two minutes.
Shuts off.
A morning like this isn't unusual.
Even after hours of sleep.
I'm still tired.
If I stay in bed
the house
the taxes
the bills
all of it
will cease.
I roll over,
grab the pillow,
and pretend it all away.
It all sounds nice.
I don't get nice.
Life isn't nice.
Adulthood isn't nice.
Sleep
is nice.
Sighing,
I toss the covers,
roll out of bed,
Step onto the cold floor.
Maybe tomorrow
I'll stay in bed.