Sleep story
Sometimes, not often, I feel like I haven't slept no matter how long I have slept for. Nights when I lie awake, thinking, wondering if I shall ever fall asleep and just as I am feeling the heaviness approach I am wide awake, but when I look at the clock it is an hour later, another hour later.
Is monogamy such a strange concept, is it like a whale stranded in the high street, is it a ghastly kind of twisted magic, in which we pretend to be beyond it all while acting like Rabbids in our fantasies masturbating furiously but alone. Are we really alone in it all anyway, alone in a genetic drive for this biological machine with a greater willpower than our own.
Sometime later I will awaken into this story, then I shall only remember the other, not the sleep, I shall only remember the awake.
