Insomnia Episode

I don’t want to be up at 6:00 AM.

I don’t know why I had to wake up

in the middle of the night. Go to

the bathroom. Pet the cat’s head.

Get under my blankets. Sleep

in a different room from my husband

because he’ll snore, and I’ll kick him.

I also wake in the middle of the night,

so I’m apt to bother him with my

intermittent insomnia sessions.

I don’t want to bother him. He has

so much love for me that I

think some sort of physics

just falls into place as it

observes him and me. Where

is my mind train going… when I

fall asleep it’s like my train of thoughts

can’t find the track anymore. Things

slow down and fade. If I’m too mentally

sharp then I can’t fall asleep.

Sometimes I can swarm my thoughts

with different visuals, prayers, and

memories to eventually fall back asleep.

***

I picked up my phone and started

pouring out my words in hopes

that it would help me go to sleep.

I think dumping out the words

from my brain is akin to getting up

and going to the bathroom. I’m

too full of words. And they’re

not exactly enchanting. They just

exist. And then more words come up.

More words followed by more words.

***

My legs are so tired. My back is itchy.

My feet are sore. Aunt Florence

has beaten me with a stick.

Omicron isn’t omni-corn.

The all corn isn’t a thing.

I really want to go back to sleep. Not

make bad puns about omicron.

***

How many more virus strains

are going to keep this pandemic

going? Am I having an insomnia

episode because of anxiety

over the virus? (Likely.)

The pandemic

became a thing during

the Year of the Rat, very appropriate

if you ask me. Soon we’ll be

in the Year of the Tiger. I really

want the tigers to win. Forget

the Tiger King. I want the tigers

to win. They deserve to live, so

let them flourish… let the tigers

come up from the mountains

and rule the land they know.

Let the busy-minded humans

figure out how to get along

and stop creating so many

asinine disasters.