The clock mocks me. Twelve, midnight. A soft sigh escapes as I scoot deeper beneath the covers. Just once, please let me sleep. The silent pray slips through my exhausted mind.
Water drips from the kitchen sink, a neighbor’s dog barks, and I twist amid the sheets like a swimmer tangled in seaweed. There’s a red 2 on the face of the clock. If I squint, it looks like a twisted smirk.
I give up, and reach for the night stand. The tiny white pill is bitter, but the water cool. I close my eyes and shut out the neon numbers.
Today’s Writing Prompt for Bite Size Fiction is brought to you by –
Julia’s Place 100 Word Challenge For Grownups – #154
…please let me sleep…
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You nailed it. I haven’t had a bad night for a while but I do remember a few. ❤
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This was an easy write for me. Most nights I spend trying to sleep. 😦
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Sorry to hear that. I have a sister who is like that and I know several other people who don’t sleep well. I envy none of you. ❤
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Describes my nights to a tee, minus the bitter pill.
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Me too most nights
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