last night

It took me four hours to sleep last night. I repeatedly twirled in my heavy sheets, changed my pillows, counted my breaths, or thought of new things to draw.


I thought about my parents, I thought about my writings, toes, this little sheep on my blog.

I tried to predict if tomorrow morning I would wake up really late.

I got a strange phone call on 3:33 a.m. I hung up. I would still have one more hour (of wide awake thoughts and tightly shut eyelids) to go .




I made up a story about the village of Odnacom, which had 5 prostitutes. And they were all furiously competing, even Henrietta and Kiana, who were twins. The twins were the youngest of them all, and arguably, the prettiest ones.


I thought about when I used to have long hair, and how immortal I used to feel.



Meanwhile, my basement neighbours were watching a movie, after a weird-sounding and short-lasted sex.



I also tried to analyze why I have been dreaming about cats, mice, and animals in general. Maybe it’s the urban deprivation of nature that is making my subconscious seek something other than human connection: This inescapable web of jealous friends, confused lovers, distant relatives, ignorant potatoes, and egomaniac megalomaniacs.

Hmm....I also went over what I was going to make for breakfast- or brunch if the insomnia was to continue.


All this typing is making me sleepy. I’m going to make myself coffee..