Insomnia

One of the good things about this recent insomnia nastiness is that I can just lay there in bed and think about things, sing songs in my head and make plots for more stories that I’ll never finish.

One of the bad things though, is the noises.

1.      The shower dribbling.

2.      The TV creaking.

3.      Doors creaking open/closed because of open windows.

4.      The fridge rumbling.

5.      Next door opening and closing doors/windows.

6.      Next door’s sex life.

7.      Things falling over in the loft above my head.

8.      Random springs in my mattress showing off to its other spring friends by making me crap myself.

9.      Fireworks.

10.  Airplanes.

Next door’s sex life?

Yeah. It’s like free porn for blind people that nobody wants. Squeak, squeak, moan, squeak, moan, moan, squeak.

It’s like – SHUTTHEFUCKUP.

I automatically assume, every time I hear an airplane flying over that it’s about to randomly malfunction and plummet towards the ground and, as my luck goes, straight onto my house, killing myself and the other people in it. But, by the time I’ve come to terms with the fact that I have measly seconds left to live, the plane noise stops and I feel as though I’ve escaped Death.

When the slightest noise wakes me up from my insomniac half-sleep, I lay frozen in my bed and have this conversation with myself:

Me: What could that have been?

Me: I don’t know. A serial killer?

Me: O_O

So I lay there as though staying still will save me in the unlikely event that it was a serial killer, and just wait for my death to approach.

Because, as a hypochondriac, I think I’m terrified of everything.

And the sad part is that I actually am, and just use hypochondria as an excuse for it.

My name is Tasha, and I have insomnia which, at times (thanks to unneeded noises), makes me feel as though I’m about to die.

Sweet dreams?