Rattle and Romance!

There is a noise so loud that I cannot sleep. I wake to the disturbances, my eyes searching for trouble - trying to know where it comes from. Yes heavily annoying - like a metal scratching against another metal, like those creaking sounds chalk pieces make when a teacher writes on a black board. I search, search and search. And finally, I find the place where it comes from. Oh yes, from my very own rattling mind.

A remedy. A cure. I hug my pillows tight and roll around. Yes, this helps - but not more than a count of ten. I cover my head with the quilt, I turn around and shut my ears. No, it doesn't go. I close my eyes and concentrate. The more I try, the more I fail. I get up, sit straight and take a moment. I think, I guess and I try to understand what this could be. Then I see her face and lose my breath.

                                          

I see her there - oh right there - with that smile that punctures my lungs and leaves me gasping for more oxygen. Her eyes out a stylish glare, the moles mellow it down - but to tear, uh oh tear what? - yes, tear my heart a thousand ugly bits and leave that scar. But there the delight, the mangled pieces come together, attach themselves and make the heart glow back to life. Now fades the glare, there is silence, the right aura, the eyes strengthen the feeling, those lids closing in a way that conveys meanings more than one. I read the plot, reach out for her lips, to the plant the kiss. Whuff! was the sound, and like a sawdust flying all unlikely directions in a wild wind - she's gone for good.

Now my eyes open for real. Tak tak tak tak... The fan makes all those rubbish noise. And my mind constructs all that stupid romance. There isn't any she, there isn't any kiss - it is all black around. I switch on the light, but I need to soon get back to sleep - my drooping lids call me back to bed. 'Dream no more, dream no more!', I tell myself - switching off the light and slowing down the fan. Good night, meet you in the next post.