Tonight I am so restless and cannot sleep. I just raided the fridge and ate some cold jerk chicken and washed it down with some milk. The night bus thundered past lighting up the kitchen strobing my movement. Suddenly I am caught in the act by several pairs of roving eyes.
Laying in bed the only light from street lamps I am starting to see patterns in the woodchip wallpaper. A dark mark sprouts legs and probosis then moves purposefully across the wall intent on its mission until I look at it and it once again assumes the disguise of a dark mark. A moth flutters helplessly and then drops towards me like a dive bomber, swooping low, wing tips brushing my cheek.
There are small sounds at the very limits of my hearing indicating the presence of all kinds of small animal life just waiting for my eyes to close before advancing upon my helpless flesh. When I wake in the morning I will feel as if I’ve been assaulted by an army of small beasts eager to have a piece of me.
Then there are creakings, odd sounds, groans from the deep, next door or above or anywhere. The sounds of sleep, snores, procreation or digesting food. The passing of late night traffic. The nee-oorahhh of a motorbike being ridden too fast. A bicycle rattling slowly past. A toilet being flushed and someone in high heels click clicking slowly into the distance. Two drunks laughing and talking loudly in Polish.
I try to sleep but feel myself slipping out of my body and up into the air. It is a great feeling and I just let it happen. Before long I am looking down like an owl at the streets below and see the little cars moving along. It is wonderfully peaceful up here with the barest thread of consciousness connecting me to the narcoleptic body below.
Feeling heavy again my eyes slowly close and I fly away into darkness.
