Good morning.

She wove the wool like braids for her hair; she tied it to my hand, couldn’t help but stare. Her breath smelt like fresh mints, the one people chew after they smoke. She tied it so hard, it reminded me of all the times I was constipated. Is this real? Or is this all inside my head??

I opened my eyes to a squeaky fan and farts in the air. The guy beside me snored like a hungry bear, tossing around like a crash test dummy. This must be hell. First, the horrible dream, now this. The day couldn’t start any better. Wait. It’s 1 AM and it’s been just over an hour since I’ve fallen asleep. Goddamnit.

Nights like these, Y’know… I hate them. Tingling bottles fell as I stretched my legs trying to make myself comfortable and I sprang up to see if there’s any leftover beer spilled on the floor. Man! It’d have been a mess. You don’t know how it feels when you don’t drink but your feet smell like spilled beer.

Where have all the monsters gone? Why can’t I find one under my bed? What about the one that’s inside my head? I guess there’s no monster that could overpower you and your thoughts, my long lost love. What I see now are the dreams that wake me up at night. The voice that once put me to bed keeps haunting me from those dark corners, giving me tremors. While you sleep in peace, I lay here, mind split into pieces.

“When was the last time you laughed your heart out?” I ask myself. I just laugh my ass off these days. I mean, who laughs with their ass? You get my point? Never mind.

I just wish this night ends sooner than it’s supposed to.

Good morning.