Saturday, August 23, 2008
I need a drop dead sleep
I am so tired. I was tired before yesterday. Yesterday I was barely home. When I did get home it was 10:00PM and I still had to get ready for bed. I didn't fall asleep until 2:00AM and it wasn't deep. I woke up at 4:40AM on time to hear something crash. It sounded like a clay vase with a water balloon in it had fallen. I got up to search for it but couldn't find anything. I didn't fall back asleep until 5:30AM and it still wasn't deep. At sometime around 8:30 or 9:00AM I woke up to my dad's noise. Yesterday my mom told me that the cousins were coming over to pick blackberries and asked me if I wanted to go. I said 'No' because it was earlier than I wanted to be awake. Later my dad asked me and I said the same thing. I just knew that they were going to wake me up anyway. My dad was getting card stock out of the half of my closet that isn't mine and woke me up. I tried not to listen to him but when my door shut my eyes opened. You know it's not going to be a good day when one of the first thoughts you have is: 'Oh, joy! He left the closet door open.' I tried listening to music while I waited for them to leave. After they were gone my body refused to go back to sleep. I felt it in my bones. So I watched a movie. It was a noneducational movie. I'm even shocked. Now my dad wants us to go to my grandparent's for blackberry cobbler tonight. I love my grandparents but I have things I want to do tonight. Like go to bed. Like right after dinner. My daydreams cry when I don't come. They cry because I am sad without them. I die. No, I live harder. Imagination comes harder the more I live. I don't want them to drown in my pool of consciousness. What would I live for if that happened?