So I Slept

I woke up this morning and I woke up again this evening after waking up this afternoon. I put one eye and one ear, along with half my nose, into my pillow for fourteen hours before I counted to ten, ten times, to get me out of bed. I paced my room back and forth then went up and down the hallway before opening and closing the fridge more than enough times. But not before taking out two eggs from a dozen and placing them next to the two dozen flakes of cereal that were left there from a midnight rendezvous with food, which usually gets left out until the next day. And sometimes food with zero shelf life gets haphazardly put away into a cupboard giving it zero chance of being made into an omelette. If I were awake enough to crack eggs I wouldn’t be in this fragile state having to bury myself in blankets, flipping myself over and over-medium again versus being sunny-side up because I’m feeling down with shades drawn. I would rather be alive not able to sleep wishing for sleep than asleep wishing to be alive wishing for sleep.