In search of sleep.

The heat is blinding, and sleep is a distant luxury. My bed crackles uncomfortably as thoughts twist and turn. Agonising over superior play lists, while letting shuffle have the last laugh. Nervously checking technology. Craving a cigarette in the heat, and being amused by the irony. Perplexing financial situations, as Christmas looms like a tidal wave of drama. I welcome the New Year with open arms, and all of my misguided optimism. Not fully comprehending how much I will miss my friend, until after she is gone, and goodbyes are brief. Night time promises so much, but fails miserably. A metaphorical middle finger to a lack of time, and a lack of sleep. Whispering lyrics to a dark room, and meaning every syllable.