3:17 A.M.
I don't need to look at the clock. I know what time it is.
My body is tired, but my eyes are slitted open and my brain is open for business.
Taxes, gas, war, leaky pipe, no retirement fund, bad habits, payroll, old debts, new debts accounts receivables discombabulated compared to accounts payables. Empty calender. Deposit checks for new work paying wages for old.
I walk to the hall closet and grab a sheet, spread it out just so on the couch and realize I got the foot end confused with the head end and when I lay down it smells like cheese that has been left in a damp closet for a month. I get up, turn the sheet around, pull the lid off the fish aquarium and grab a piece of driftwood, it's formerly soothing brown color pocked with snails. I knock them off to die on the front porch and settle into the couch after returning the driftwood to the fish tank, all in the dark. The fish must think I'm crazy. Fucking snails ruined $200.00 in live plants, turned a once lush underwater forest into a corpse of munched stalks and decimated leafs.
3:34-4:22 A.M.
I parade of images flash through my mind, a silent mini-movie of things I want to think about, and things I must do. A gut wrenching shriek fills the night as my daughter screams about monsters.
4:28 A.M.
I am back on the couch. My mind is still as I relax from the rush of her scream, knowing she now tosses and turns with her mother and we are both awake. The sound of water from the tanks filter becomes a stream. The shadows on the wall become trees and I am young again, lieing in a meadow next to a brook with no place to be.
5:30 A.M.
Wife shakes my shoulder rudely because the alarm six inches from my head hasn't woken me up, but it has her across the home in the ( her ) bedroom. I hit snooze and burrow deeper into the couch ( my bed ).
Now I'm late. Driving. Coffee. News. Home value down, gas prices up, no rain, no change.
3:17
I don't need to look at the clock. I know what time it is.
My body is tired, but my eyes are slitted open and my brain is open for business.
Taxes, gas, war, leaky pipe, no retirement fund, bad habits, payroll, old debts, new debts accounts receivables discombabulated compared to accounts payables. Empty calender. Deposit checks for new work paying wages for old.
I walk to the hall closet and grab a sheet, spread it out just so on the couch and realize I got the foot end confused with the head end and when I lay down it smells like cheese that has been left in a damp closet for a month. I get up, turn the sheet around, pull the lid off the fish aquarium and grab a piece of driftwood, it's formerly soothing brown color pocked with snails. I knock them off to die on the front porch and settle into the couch after returning the driftwood to the fish tank, all in the dark. The fish must think I'm crazy. Fucking snails ruined $200.00 in live plants, turned a once lush underwater forest into a corpse of munched stalks and decimated leafs.
3:34-4:22 A.M.
I parade of images flash through my mind, a silent mini-movie of things I want to think about, and things I must do. A gut wrenching shriek fills the night as my daughter screams about monsters.
4:28 A.M.
I am back on the couch. My mind is still as I relax from the rush of her scream, knowing she now tosses and turns with her mother and we are both awake. The sound of water from the tanks filter becomes a stream. The shadows on the wall become trees and I am young again, lieing in a meadow next to a brook with no place to be.
5:30 A.M.
Wife shakes my shoulder rudely because the alarm six inches from my head hasn't woken me up, but it has her across the home in the ( her ) bedroom. I hit snooze and burrow deeper into the couch ( my bed ).
Now I'm late. Driving. Coffee. News. Home value down, gas prices up, no rain, no change.
3:17
