Writing through Insomnia

Insomnia is a thing, and I’ve had it for a few days now. Just when I think I’ll be tired enough to fall asleep, I’m not. In hopes of sleeping soon, I’ll share some fiction. I’m going to make this up right now. No thinking. Just writing.

I had a weird dream. No, seriously…

I had a weird dream. That’s never been an unusual phrase in my house. If you’ve ever lived with me, you’ll hear that sentence at least once a week. Occasionally, I have bouts of them, one every night for a week, sometimes two. Story of my life. Sometimes they even become stories for other people.

A Precipice

I’m often awake when most are sleeping, and in those quiet moments, I find myself doing one of two things: watching a TV show, or thinking. I prefer the former, however lately, it’s been the latter. In my introspective state, a rather vulnerable one, I’ve decided to put myself out there again and give you a fragment of a story-in-progress. It’s a product of deep-seated emotions I had, ones that simmered just under the surface until I sat at my laptop, closed my eyes, and wrote.