Write on Wednesday … the clock winked
3 Aug 2011
The clock winked. In the dark room as she turned over, the green panel glowed and illuminated one side of her face. As she turned, she saw it over her shoulder. It was dark and quiet. A winter early morning, the sun wouldn’t make it over the mountain for another two hours. She was still but not asleep. She could see perfectly well by the glow of the clock, 2.56 it told her. It was mocking her again. Why was she awake? Again? All these freezing dark nights, with no early easterly sun streaming in. Too cold to get up early, it was the perfect weather for sleeping til the last possible moment. Yet here she was not asleep.
Over and over in her mind she turned the conversation. Just wait here, she had said. Wait? Here? Why had she tried to reconnect. It was finished. In the dust of the past. And then, suddenly, she re-opened it. Now here she was, in the glow of the clock, awake, in the middle of the night.
Aug 06, 2011 @ 16:42:25
Lovely writing. And worst thing in the world being awake when sleep is what you need and crave so desperately. Enjoying your WoW posts. xx
Aug 06, 2011 @ 13:43:26
This piece captures the frustration of insomnia so well! I would love to read more about the situation that was keeping her awake!
Aug 04, 2011 @ 09:48:42
Oh yes! Middle of night waking. Doesn’t it bring frenzied, too-sharp and alert crazy sort of thinking? And don’t those clocks seem to become nasties when they keep telling us time is ticking by? You’ve got plenty in here to hook us into wanting more. Visiting from WoW.
Aug 03, 2011 @ 23:41:03
Oh, she is back! I have missed your writing.
I can relate to the feeling of lying awake. But this is more than simply being kept awake by over thinking, isn’t it? I like the “dust of the past.” I’d like to read more on this one. What did she re-open? Why did she reconnect?
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