(This is an old drabble I found on my phone. My lack of sleep made me write a lot before lol Also, I think I write better now)
My sleepless body lies flat on the bed, sheets strewn across the floor, too restless to pick it up. The pounding in my head grows increasingly unbearable at the lack of sleep. One, two, three, or more countless hours of helplessly lying on the bed, hoping for sleep to come…but sleep has gone. It’s 5 am. The birds’ chirping gives the tell-tale sign of a new morning. Tears escape my eyes, frustrated at my inability to embrace darkness and shut my mind. I catch the faint light peeking through the curtained windows and throw my pillow at it, cursing at the rising sun. The radio hums on the bedside table, announcing the early morning news. Another sleepless night.
Static buzzes around the room when the radio loses its signal and I reach for the device and slam my hand to turn it off. Groaning, I get up from the bed, my limbs aching at every move. I tiptoe towards the kitchen clad in my underwear and tanktop, and the footsteps break the tranquility of dawn but it doesn’t matter. Noise is always welcome.
The pills sit on the counter and I grab them, popping two in my mouth and washing it down with water. I stalk towards the living room and turn on the TV. Background noise.
The quilt on the couch catches my eyes and I reach for it. I turn towards the balcony. The outside sounds good this time.
The glass door screeches as I slide it and I cringe. My bare feet touch the cold cement floor, drenched in the early morning dew and I hiss at the contact. It’s a little foggy. The cold air hits my skin and my nostrils flair at the cold breeze embracing my body. Goosebumps prick at my skin as I skip towards the lawn chair. I plop myself down and drape the quilt on my body. I relax and take a deep breath.
The early morning air lulls me and I stifle a yawn. Finally, I think. I close my eyes and doze off until the sun rises from the horizon and the light hits my face. I groan and cover my face with my hands. It’s probably 7am.
I stretch my arms and get up from the chair, the quilt falling to the ground. Tears pool as I yawn. I chance a glance at the glaring sun for a moment until I notice a pair of eyes studying me from across the building. It’s a man. I look at him and catch his eyes. He doesn’t look away. My eyebrows quirk at him questioningly as I keep staring him down. Panic rushes through me when I realize I’m still in my underwear and tanktop. But I collect myself and laugh under my breath.
Let him stare, I think. At least I’m not naked. I smirk at him and then I stalk back to the living room, sliding the glass door and locking it.