My eyes were swollen. Literally. How much longer can I go on without a dose of decent sleep? Should I start begging ? I don't have that much strength left..so why I am still intact ? I cracked the door open, the sun was not yet to be seen. My new strategy was to get into the bathroom, splash some ice cold water on my deceased face and head back to join my pillow, this time counting sheep, perhaps that way I'd get sick of them and crash for good. Savage. So I tiptoed while checking the area..previously I would've bumped into my partner, who incidentally practiced push-ups because he says and I quote : " I actually get aroused when there's so much going on in the dark. "So I instantly shoved off the disturbing thought and entered the bathroom. Task executed. I watched my reflection in the mirror. It looked exhausted.
My mind was made up. I rushed to the library in the living room, pulled a puzzle box out of the bottom drawer and got down to business. * If this won't do the trick, I don't know what's next *, I thought to myself. It was really tricky, especially when you have to put the pieces together at the light of a nightstand lamp. My life just got even more complicated. Get a clue. Suddenly, the clock ticked 8:00 a.m. My puzzle was still unfinished. My mind was exploding and wandering around. I wanted to unscrew my head, leave it out in the sun to recharge and then screw it back on. Instead, I hit it against the nightstand. Three times. Just like a woodpecker. Except the wood in the furniture resisted my rebellious rerun, which in turn destroyed a good deal of the solved puzzle. All that ordeal for nothing. Just like the nights spent in my bed, ending with same mind-blowing result. My world was falling apart.
" Mind picking up your melon off the table ? It looks disturbing. " I swallowed hard, my annoying co-tenant managed to disturb me once again. I slowly raised my head and eyed him really hard. He then cracked a smile and let out a couple of sound giggles. " You're a walking puzzle, I give you that. " and then pointed at my forehead. I felt it with the tip of my fingers, there were puzzle bits attached to it. Wonderful, sore and bullied.
" So, was Daffy the cure to your curse ? " he added, sympathetically.
" Do I look like I'm cured ? " I followed, visibly deranged.
" Did you argue with him ? Did he give you an awful pep-talk ? Did he disturb you in your sleep ? " he kept babbling like a silly goose, acting obscure.
" You done ? I can't focus when there's nonsense disturbing the atmosphere. "
" I slept like a baby. What about you ? "
" You slept like a grown-ass monkey! Shag off. "
" Maybe, it was delightful though. There were unicorns and a rainbow and fluffy bunnies and a giant panda and - "
" What the hell did you experience ? The side-effect of an overdose ? "
" No, just a silly dream. You were there too. Carried inside a Kangaroo's pouch. "
" Glad it wasn't yours. "
" It was me in a suit. "
" Go insult your own person, my business is not with you. "
" But cracking your head open won't get you to sleep more. Come on, I'll sing you a lullaby. "
" About what ? The end of the world ? My guess is, it will happen in the next few hours. "
" Is that so ? "
" Yes, you combined whisky with eggplant. Your groans, roars and jolting will set me on the path of self eradication. You're a douche. "
" Well " he began, full of remorse, " at least we'll be miserable together ".
" I hate you. "
Suddenly, the room began to spin. I felt awfully dizzy and nauseous. I shook my head fast and attempted to regain control by trying to stand up straight and hold steady. Screw that, I immediately fell back into my seat. Clear enough, he started to laugh and ended up coughing his lungs out just cause he couldn't contain the sudden vigorous outburst vibrating through his throat.
