Sleepless

On sleepless night we all lay there staring at the empty space that is our ceiling and think of past decision and decision yet to be made. We think of all the possibilities and out comes and yet some how we think that we have missed some choice we could make or should have made. We settle on these things which makes our sleepless night restless. so we toss this way and that so that we are staring at the darkness which might be a wall, or maybe its the window... or a dresser... you toss and turn so much that you lose your sense of direction... you aren't sure if you are looking at the wall  or maybe it was the ceiling... perhaps your bed has moved and maybe, just maybe, you are staring at the floor. Your mind wanders to the in significant thing of what exactly that slightly darker blob is in the mist of the rest of the darkness... and you think that perhaps it is your old monster back to haunt you from childhood... that it has crept slowly out from under your bed or out of your closet to loom over you and your decisions whether made or yet to be made. You wish that you could run to the next room and cuddle up close to your parents and feel safe like you did when you were 5 or 6 but you aren't anymore and that would seem strange... so you lay in your bed sleepless and looking at the new monster. You lay there the whole night staring at the large eyes which are not the same size as each other. These eyes which see through every thing you have thought of, see the thing that you can see the path you know that you need and it chuckles and shakes. Just when you are about to run screaming into the next room, morning rays filter through the window and you are left staring at you ceiling with nothing but the light and the fire alarm staring back