Pillow Talk
- Me: ...
- Pillow: Sleeeeeeep.
- Me: ...
- Pillow: Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
- Me: ...
- Pillow: Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep
- Me: ...*starts rewatching Code Geass*
- Pillow: Oh for the love of Mr. Sandman, SLEEP YOU DORK.
- Me: Can't.
- Pillow: Like hell you can't. It's been almost 24 hours since you last slept.
- Me: Can't.
- Pillow: Shut down Catrin...
- Catrin: Hey! I like playing videos, thank you very much!
- Pillow: ...and go the fuck to sleep, if I can legally paraphrase Mansbach.
- Me: You believe in the mind-body connection?
- Pillow: Sure. You can go to sleep if you just stop fighting it.
- Me: What about if you're depressed, it's a gloomy day, and you've not a single clue what to do next?
- Pillow: I know what you should do next: SLEEP.
- Me: There are times when you just can't. Staring at the ceiling, playing calming music...it's all visceral. And somehow, you keep going. Adrenaline pumps through your veins because you have this hope that perhaps, if you stay awake a minute longer, something miraculous will happen. A new friend. A new opportunity. A new philosophy. Anything to break the cycles you perceive before you. It's a hope, but a painful, desperate hope. Maybe the philosophy of a madman might help. Maybe it's as simple as a thought you get looking at an image.
- Catrin: Perv.
- Me: Shush you. Point is, there's this addiction to hope. Too much of anything is a bad thing; well, that applies to hope too. And until you finally give up hope at some obscure hour or just because you can't stand the options left you'll be left awake. The next day, perhaps physical exhaustion will catch up and get you to sleep at a decent hour. Or maybe things will get better. Maybe something is one day closer. But inevitably, it's all about hope and fulfilling that quota for happiness. Either you miss the quota and dry up your buffer supply, or you make it and you're satisfied. And that's why sleep isn't as easy as laying your head down. Sleep is the period at the end of a sentence. You keep writing because, just maybe, the sentence will turn out good. But you've got to end it somewhere. A run-on just makes things worse.
- Pillow: ...well shit, man. That's pretty bleak.
- Me: I know, right?
- Pillow: Well, look, sorry about all this. Let me make it up to you.
- Me: How's that?
- Pillow: I'm going to lay here, all nice and fluffy, and let you GO TO SLEEP ON ME.
- Catrin: Ignore him. Here, have another episode of Code Geass.
- Me: Thanks Catrin.
- Pillow: YOU CAN'T ESCAPE ME. I WILL ALWAYS BE ON YOUR MIND! LITERALLY!
