The clock was ticking away in the silence.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
It seemed slow then fast. Loud then soft. It was so annoying. I heard the breathing of my dog. Every little sigh. The rest of the house was ever so quiet, but my mind was racing.
Racing on much to do about nothing. Yet I couldn't fall asleep. I tried the sleeping mask. I tried soft relaxing music. I tried to empty the bladder. Every possible trick was tried. The efforts were futile.
Funny tummy grumbles picked up after a while but I wasn't willing to go for the midnight snack. More ticks. More tocks. They almost gave me a dreadful headache. Blankets on. Blankets off. Try to sleep on the side. No the back. I don't even think hanging from the ceiling fan would help.
Yawns begin yet my mind just can't shutdown properly. Much to do about nothing. What a night. Early to rise tomorrow and somebody isn't going to be happy or full of zest. Drank some water. Still not sleepy.
In the distance an owl is stirring. Whoo. Whoo. With a slight gurgle in the whoo. Or maybe it more of a whistle-like whoo. It's definitely an owl yet I can't express in words the tone or tune of its call in the wee hours of the morning. It's there. Nearby of course. Doing its thing. One ear is hearing the owl while the other is focused on the ticks and the tocks. Some dog sighs sporadically sneak into the rhythm of the night's symphony.
Every once an a while a car or truck passes in the distance. Not heavy traffic more like a lone car here and there that I hear the acceleration of. Such a quiet night for me to hear these sounds that I miss every other day. Today they seem to be accentuated. For my pain? For my pleasure?
As the minutes turn into hours I start thinking about how to be productive. Shop on Amazon. Write a blog post. Make a packing list for my next trip. Counting sheep didn't work, the darkness of the mask didn't work. Nothing was helping me sleep today.
I will never know the root of my sleepless adventure, but I will remember how tired I am tomorrow. Signing off as a sleepless soul of the night. I'm sure many others are floating in their thoughts somewhere.
hopeful for sleep in the coming hours.
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