June 4, 2008
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Perfect Sleep
The silence had been bothering me. The disappearance even more. And the
future worried me. The past haunted me. It was like that some days. It
was like that yesterday.
But then, this morning I slept a perfect sleep. I was content.
Comfortable. Satisfied. I didn’t want to wake up. I was at peace.
Flashback…
When I was young I remember every day began the same. My Mom would
yell for me to wake up. Only, most days, I was already awake. Just
lying in bed staring at the ceiling waiting for the call.
But it’d still be hard for me to get up. I’d force myself to roll out
of bed creep downstairs like a zombie grab some food a pop tart or
cereal and something to drink. Still I was half asleep. I’d then lie
down on the couch. It would be cold. So I’d curl myself into a little
ball, waiting for the rest of the busy house to awaken and finish their
business so that I could go about mine. It was always busy. And I never
wanted to get in anyone’s way. So I lay their waiting. Visible so that
nobody thinks I’m still in bed or fears I might miss my bus and yet
effectively invisible too. Unobtrusive.
Those naps. Fifteen, thirty minutes, no longer. They were… perfect.
I don’t know how else to describe it. The night was not perfect. I
would be restless all night, never able to really sleep completely.
Thoughts of the coming day would scare me. Memories of the days gone by
would plague me. All night falling in and out of sleep, in and out of
unremembered dreams.
And the day that followed would not be perfect either. I knew that
every morning. School was not going to be good. Elementary school.
Middle School. High School. College. School was never good. There would be some people though, just a few, who made it… tolerable.
I didn’t do my homework. I never did. I had no plans. Or hopes. There’d
be things to do. But they’d be stupid things. I didn’t want to do them.
But I would. I’d do my homework in a rush during homeroom or on the
bus. I didn’t copy. My answers were going to always be right anyway.
During class, I’d spend most days with my head lying in my arms,
daydreaming. Weird thoughts. I’d imagine people’s futures. I’d create
stories out of my classmates lives in my own mind. And I’d imagine
disasters striking, nuclear war, earthquakes, alien attacks, vortexes
that suck us into another dimension. I’d wonder about things to, the
why’s and the hows were always interesting to me. And of course the
what ifs. Like what if I’m only dreaming or what if someone is only
dreaming me?
It wasn’t that the subjects being taught weren’t interesting. I was
intensely curious. I loved learning. Still do. It was just that I cared
for my own thoughts more. Class
was slow. And the teachers never thought about things the way that I
did. So I’d have to teach myself anyway. So why was I in class? I
couldn’t think of one damned good reason.
And I knew how it would go, roughly once a day I could expect a teacher
to call on me just to make sure I was awake. And I’d know the answer,
nine times out of ten, and stutter it out nervously for being put on
the spot and feel miserable. Is this the teacher’s way of trying to
boost my self-esteem? Bad plan. They should read Ender’s Game.
The one time I didn’t know I’d just say I don’t know and lie my head
right back down. The teacher would say something after that… but I’d
have already stopped listening. I’ll get my A on the damn test, I’d
think, so leave me alone already.
Roughly once a month or so a teacher and on rare occasion another
(possibly bribed or coerced) student would get it in their head to try
and reach out to me. To engage me camaraderie or something. Trying to be
my friend, I guess, or understand me better. I’d watched them though.
I’d seen them engage the same strategy with others. I’d seen it engaged
with various degrees of success or failure. But I’d seen how short
lived it was. Friendships based on pity don’t ever last. So I didn’t
want any of that.
It was always the same. Predictable. Every day. Every week. Ever month. Every year. It was the same.
But those mornings were… something else. Something about that place.
Curled up on the couch. Cold. So cold. I’d hear the sound of the
shower running upstairs. The bustle of people moving about the house
getting ready for work and school. And my mind would clear. All fears
and doubts would slide away. I’d focus on the warmth of the couch
capturing my body heat and radiating it back out to me. Just stay warm.
I’d think. Stay warm. I’d focus on nothing. It’d be sort of a trance.
Meditation. Peace. Warmth. Security. It felt right.
And then some days, he’d come share those moments with me. We’d had
this black cat. Stubborn as stones. Prideful as sin. Mean as could be.
And he’d saunter on up to me look up at me, his eerie yellowing-green
eyes demanding my attention. I’d pick him up and he’d curl into a ball
on my stomach napping along with me, sharing his body warmth with
mine. Letting me rub and pet him. I was the only one he’d do that with
most of the time. I like to think that his thoughts were like mine.
Focused on nothing but the moment. The here and the now. Just stay warm. Everything else will still be there in the future. For now, right now, be still, be at peace, just stay warm.
It was perfect.
The rest of the day I could deal with because of those ten, fifteen
minutes in the morning. Just that time of peace was enough to make
everything else, not so bad at all really. I wonder who I’d be today if
I hadn’t had those moments of peace? That time to gather myself. To
stay in control. To accept myself. What if I hadn’t had it? Would I
have sought an outlet elsewhere? In crime or drugs or something else?
Would I have lost myself, forgotten what mattered to me and given up on
life? I’ve seen so many people who have. What makes me different from
them I wonder. Could it be on such little things that one’s destiny
rides? Maybe a single moment of peace could save a lifetime?
But the moment always ended too. And the day would have to go on. I’d
be so reluctant to get up. And the cat would look at me with such a
scornful and disgusted look as I stirred. He was all like “How dare you
get up? Don’t you know you’re my bed?” But I’d have to give my
sincerest apologies to my feline friend knowing full well he’d not
accept them and probably would get his vengeance in the form of a
scratch or a bite at some time when I least expected it. That was his
way, his life, just as it was mine to arrogantly coast through school.
Years passed. Graduation. More School. Graduation. More School. Work.
The cat made his way to his afterlife where I’m sure he’s demanding his
rightful place on the God of cat’s lap and probably getting his way.
And I stopped napping. I forgot about taking moments to clear my mind.
And I forgot that there could be a kind of sleep that surpassed
ordinary resting. Pressures of the present haunt me and every
increasingly stressful day fades into the next. The same. The same. The
same…
But then my air conditioner was fixed yesterday. Supposedly. Only I
can’t control the temperature. So it’s either freezing or burning up.
Yesterday I had it running. And I went to bed after 2 AM having not
eaten since noon the previous day and not feeling the least bit
hungry. I curled up in a ball, under several blankets, on my mattress
on the floor that substitutes for a bed. And it was cold. So cold. And
I listened to the rain falling outside and the thunder and lightning
blasted. I curled myself into a ball under the covers and the
comforter. I focused on nothing. My mind cleared. My worry left me. And
I slept. I dozed. Dreamless. Mindless. All the anger I didn’t realize I
had been feeling left me. It’ll be back before long I know, but for now
it just drained away. I didn’t want to wake up. I was at peace. Resting. It was… perfect.
Oops. Ended up late for work.
It was worth it.
Comments (8)
I do so enjoy a really good sleep.
Great story. Very picturesque….
@VaultESL - me too. Thanks!
cats rule!
“The silence had been bothering me. The disappearance even more. And the future worried me. The past haunted me. It was like that some days. It was like that yesterday.”
That line, right there, made me read this all the way through. Alright, I would have anyway, but that one made me think “Oh. This is going to be good.” Mostly because I can definitely relate. Mostly because that more or less sums up all my thoughts these days. These last couple years, really.
I never had those moments on the couch, like you. I did have fairly self-destructive modes of coping. But I did feel the same way you do about school. I never did the homework, got A’s on all the tests, flying through school fully disappointed by the whole experience. I can associate with so much in this post, but I never had those quiet moments of sanity. Maybe things would be different if I had.
okay so like i feel bad cause my life has been an emotional mess and i havent been keeping up with you. anywayzz finals are over and summer has just begun! happy happy joyjoy. !N! JN!SBUBYDHNWKX. this is NOT new slang. I repeat, not new slang. lolol.
but yeah. hello =]
@qccan - they do indeed. the meaner the better.
@elvesdoitbetter - Heh, I guess we had some similar experiences. I’m glad you could relate to it. If it helps I’d try to find time to be at peace even if it’s only a few minutes of meditation. That’s what I intend to try and do. Maybe it will help for you, maybe not.
Sometimes I wonder even if maybe that stability was to my detriment though. Since I think I probably wasn’t driven to take as many risks as I should have when I was younger. There has to be a sort of balance.
@XoHaNaHoX - Hiya! Congrats on putting another dreadful year firmly behind you! Don’t worry about me, I’m doing well enough. Let’s talk more via IM some time. I hope things look up for you soon.
You mean “!N! JN!SBUBYDHNWKX” doesn’t mean:
I’m not idly Jogging nude looking sly baking ugly bunny yams during homeroom now with known xerox
?
Dang. That woulda been cool.