The clock is ticking. Is it one? Two? I close my eyes again, and the dream starts. Again.
The TV is off, but the alarm clock provides enough light to see the ceiling tiles.I see constellations and weird patterns. I think one of them is Yogi Bear. Or is it a Yogi. I'm not sure. But I'm sure I'm tired. Been a long day. To sleep or not to sleep, that is the insomnia. Whether tis nobler to be benign and suffer the tosses and turns of outrageous mattresses. Shakespeare never sounded so exhausting. And I hear it again. Click. Click. Click. The clock is ticking. Is it one? Two? I close my eyes again...See More