Sleepless

[PrttyBrd]

Here, in the darkness, surrounded by mechanical whirring sounds I feel...alone. Not lonely, just alone. Quiet sleeping children offer peace in their slumber. If I listen closely, there is music in their breathing, for none of them sleep in true silence. I am missing the conductor, the leader of the band, the loudest of them all. Tonight, there is a noticeable drop in the volume of ambient sound. And I, alone, have noticed. It is unsettling. With no prior knowledge of the soothing properties of such nocturnal noises, the lack of them has lead to insomnia. I thought the loudest had been keeping me awake. Perhaps this is only when it is loud enough to wake me in the first place. Now, I close my eyes and long to slip into the ethereal dreamscape. The only thought looming above me is the fact that there are three more silent nights to lie awake. And upon the return of the midnight rumbler, I will finally be able to rest. There is nothing quite like the mimicked sound of distant thunder in your ear. The question is: will I then have to trade sleep for service?