Rain and Sleep

by lydiasee


There is something truly remarkable about how much the rainiest of days seems to almost force me to hide in my bed and sleep forever.
As if I needed an excuse to capitalize on abusing my biggest vice.
I wonder how things would be different I were an insomniac instead.. well, a real insomniac. The kind that can never sleep, not the kind that just can’t sleep at night.
There is a window here, that looks out into the park. It is opposite the head of the bed at my feet, so no matter how I sleep I look out it. It reminds me of Cumberland ave. Both homes. Same view. Same curtains. Same life.