For Abbi

'The Insomniac'
A Drabble

It’s 3:29am.

I’m lying in my bed; eyes wide open.

It’s 3:53am.

I’m sitting at my desk, staring at the computer screen.

It’s 4:10am.

I’m screaming at the top of my voice. I hope I wake the neighbours.

It’s 4:38am.

I’m sat on the front doorstep, smoking my 6^th cigarette in a row.

It’s 5:12am.

I’m lying on my kitchen floor; my tears forming a tiny pool by my cheek.

It’s 5:23am.

I don’t need sleep anymore. But I need someone to hold me.

It’s 6:01am.

I’m standing in the back garden, watching the sunrise.

And it is so beautiful.