Going to Sleep

There is something uncomfortable, even almost upsetting about going to sleep when the sun comes up. An endless battle begins inside your head. The lack of sleep causes thoughts to race through your mind, faster than can be digested. Things that took place hours before feel like they happened a lifetime away. Your body twists and turns but is unable to find its pleasant spot because there is always a beam of light aimed straight at its eyes. A very unpleasant situation, to say the least, but an unavoidable one.

If there was any recurring pattern this weekend, it was just that. Every night ended at the sight of Dawn’s gentle rays pouring in through the windowsill. A comfortable setting if I lived in some sort of fairy tale, but not even I was so lucky. Insomnia fuses with the hangover that never quite catches up to you because you haven’t fallen asleep yet. Your eyes are fighting to stay closed but the your mind picks up a disturbance and you quickly open them, just once, to catch a glimpse of what is outside your dreams, but it just ends up starting the sleeping process all over again. It was madness, in its purest form.

So there we were, my roommate General Rabbi and, I in the living room of our house drinking the beer we had purchased earlier. It was a very quiet night and the hardships of the day were being eased by the ever present buzz of alcohol. We started to get silly, laughing at anything that came to our heads and converting our thoughts into deep philosophical tangents. The record temperatures left us with nothing else to be done. So we made the best out of it, as we so often do, and accepted the fact that there was no future in our night.

It was when all hope was lost that it showed up, in the form of a phone call. On one side of the conversation it was me, eager at the possibilities which could arise. For it was not just any ordinary caller, it was my friend Melissa Milljoy, and with her, there were no barriers to having fun. Melissa was the type of girl that walks into a party and is noticed right away. She is attractive and casts a deadly smile, complemented by the sparkling gloss of her long dark hair. But looks were of no interest to me in her case. It’s her ability to manipulate any situation which is her forte. She has the power to turn the worst of times into the best, a true proprietor of life. And that was her driving force, life. She was overflowing with it, to the point that if you walked by her you could almost notice the taste of joy in the air. She truly lived up to her name. So as you can imagine I was excited that she called.

“Hey Michael, I hope you are ready?”

“Always am. What’s the deal?”

“Well I’m on my way to pick you and Rabbi up and then we are going to get a keg.”

“Never a dull moment is there?”

“Never!!!”

And just as Jesus saved humanity from damnation, Melissa came and swooped us from boredom and threw us into a stew of potential. I put on some clothes, grabbed my Braves hat, a bottle of Rush, just for fun, and of we were into the endless possibilities of the night.