stephenbh
11-21-2015, 02:26 AM
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
The slight pitter-patter of droplets of water hitting the base of the sink and rolling into the drain are the only noises heard at this hour. Slowly, softly, even somehow soothingly, the water keeps on dripping.
Intoxicatingly rhythmic, arduously laboring from pipe to faucet to pipe again, all to be recycled into another drain system, somewhere close or far away; neither of which truly mattering. Just the soothing tap of water, splashing the sink, swirling around and lightly vanishing into the drain.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
I shift under my covers, the coolness of an untouched spot on the bed almost giving a sense of relief; no, I will not be uncomfortable any longer. A useless thought, but what thoughts are useful at this time of night anyway? No, my mind wanders, daydreaming during the night of events and scenes that were never in my script; events that never quite played out, possibly ones that are completely unrealistic. A scene here or there that I wouldn’t quite be very proud to share with an audience, maybe; a scene of primal instinct getting the best of me. Weird how these thoughts seem to overcome one’s self no matter what they are doing, no matter where they are, no matter who they are with. Thoughts lead to other thoughts and ideas, and the web is broken apart by the realization that I am tired.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
I focus on the tapping again. I slowly sink into the blackness of the back of my eyelids, letting sleep catch me in its vicegrip. My breathing slows, heart heavy with awaiting dreams and rest; eyes steadying and staying closed; body on its side, contorting to my blanket, wrapped in a cocoon of soft fabrics. A gripping feeling protrudes from the mattress, inviting me in so I can never leave, and I feel wonderfully attached to this inanimate object, almost as if we are one. Seconds turn to minutes passing by, and by now I am hardly conscious. Slowly fading away, everything goes dark.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
Just a small, quick sensory experience that I wrote, figured I'd try my shot at posting something to these forums. Let me know what you think! Thank you for reading.
The slight pitter-patter of droplets of water hitting the base of the sink and rolling into the drain are the only noises heard at this hour. Slowly, softly, even somehow soothingly, the water keeps on dripping.
Intoxicatingly rhythmic, arduously laboring from pipe to faucet to pipe again, all to be recycled into another drain system, somewhere close or far away; neither of which truly mattering. Just the soothing tap of water, splashing the sink, swirling around and lightly vanishing into the drain.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
I shift under my covers, the coolness of an untouched spot on the bed almost giving a sense of relief; no, I will not be uncomfortable any longer. A useless thought, but what thoughts are useful at this time of night anyway? No, my mind wanders, daydreaming during the night of events and scenes that were never in my script; events that never quite played out, possibly ones that are completely unrealistic. A scene here or there that I wouldn’t quite be very proud to share with an audience, maybe; a scene of primal instinct getting the best of me. Weird how these thoughts seem to overcome one’s self no matter what they are doing, no matter where they are, no matter who they are with. Thoughts lead to other thoughts and ideas, and the web is broken apart by the realization that I am tired.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
I focus on the tapping again. I slowly sink into the blackness of the back of my eyelids, letting sleep catch me in its vicegrip. My breathing slows, heart heavy with awaiting dreams and rest; eyes steadying and staying closed; body on its side, contorting to my blanket, wrapped in a cocoon of soft fabrics. A gripping feeling protrudes from the mattress, inviting me in so I can never leave, and I feel wonderfully attached to this inanimate object, almost as if we are one. Seconds turn to minutes passing by, and by now I am hardly conscious. Slowly fading away, everything goes dark.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
Just a small, quick sensory experience that I wrote, figured I'd try my shot at posting something to these forums. Let me know what you think! Thank you for reading.