I can't sleep. It isn't because of fighting. There is no fighting tonight. In fact, it is has been surprisingly calm. Matt didn't yell at Max during supper so that in itself was unnatural. Nevertheless, I can't sleep.
I get out of bed and sit in the living room. Momma and Matt are still awake, of course. Momma is in the kitchen. I look at her just in time to see her down some pills with a diet coke. She makes her way into the living room and sits across from me on the couch. I am in her chair for once. She has a plate of chips and cheese dip.
After a while, Momma begins acting strange. Loopy almost. I study her. She has no wrinkles or lines on her face. Her hair looks freshly dyed. She is actually fully dressed in her bed clothes. Then I look at her eyes. They are extremely droopy. She can barely keep them open.
With every bite she takes, she has to find her mouth. I am astounded at her lack of hand eye coordination. My only thought is she is so exhausted she can't even eat.
"What are you still doing up?" Matt asks interrupting my thoughts. My focus doesn't change, but I make an effort to answer him.
"I just have insomnia," I say glancing up at him then back to Momma. She is biting at the air trying to get the chip in her hand. Finally I can't take it anymore. "What's wrong with her!"
Momma jumps and her eyes open a crack. "I'm alright," she mumbles. Her eyes closing again.
"She's alright. She's just tired. Just need to go to bed," Matt replies. I get to my feet and try to take the plate from her. It is sliding off her lap and about to fall in the floor.
"I'm awake! I'm awake!" Momma yells as soon as I touch the plate.
"I am going to put this plate down for you. Okay. You can grab chips from the coffee table," I tell her speaking softly as you would a toddler.
She mumbles a protest but I ignore it. I know there is something wrong with her. I have never seen a person who is just "tired" behave this way. It is unusual and I know it.
"You need to lay down. You're gonna be falling so lay down," Matt says siding with me. She does what Matt and I say. She stretches across the couch. I immediately think about finding her a blanket for her to sleep with. I look around the room for one. Finding that there are no suitable sleeping blankets in the living room I go into the other living room and find a large black and purple one.
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