Diary of an average author

Sleep

Sleep is something I've never liked before. My friend cadmiumtroops25 agrees. But this Monday, something very peculiar and depressing happened.

I had a talk with cade that night. It was almost bed time for me I didn't want to sleep. I told him "why sleep, When you can do many better things?"

He agreed with me.

And then, I found my self crying at my own words. It wasn't what I said. It was a memory which just came back to me. That morning, I had went with my mother to pick up one of my file from her office.

My mother is a lawyer. And her office is somewhere at the very back of the building. While we were going there, my mothers steps began to sway. We had just come up a flight of stairs and she was very tired.

"Ammi if your tired you can rest." I told her.

She chuckled.

"I know I'm a bit tired. I'm growing old anyways. But I can't rest. There are people out there who need my help. I'll sleep soundly when I'm in my grave."

I almost cried.

When we reached the office, she groaned softly when she sat down on her chair.

"Dear?" She asked me, as I opened the cabinet for the file.

"Yes Ammi?" I asked.

Maybe she needs water? I thought. I can't believe I didn't bring that bottle....

"Do me a favour" she said. "When I die. Make the dirt in my grave soft. My back hurts. I want to rest peacefully"

At this, I literally cried.

But my mom doesn't know. I didn't show her. But she's been noticing that ever since that day, I haven't slept much at night.