I sit quietly, looking towards my dell laptop. A blank screen, an open canvas. And, no matter how hard I think, it's blank still. No matter how hard I push to write, to put down words: the canvas lays blank. "Come on, I know that I have those ideas, from earlier... Why can't I type them?..." I grumble softly, rubbing my forehead in frustration. "Why does it have to be this hard?" As I contemplate, my mind drifts a bit, my eyes a touch heavy. How long had it been since I slept? Since I actually laid down and got a decent night's sleep?
A Day?
Two Days?
A Week?
I don't remember. I should sleep, just for a few minutes. I know that it'll be good for me, but all the same... Can I really afford it? Not so long ago, it was so easy to fall asleep. Now, I couldn't. I just felt unable to sleep fitfully. I was restless. I AM restless. Shifting on the couch a bit, I lean my laptop's cover closed and sigh heavily, laying my head back against the pillows and closing my eyes. "Why can't I just sleep...? Why can't I focus on something...?" I ask, before looking at a photograph on the wall, a male in a Marine Corps uniform, a stern, solemn look to his features with the flag posted behind him.
"I wish you were here, little bro..." I whisper, "You could make everything better, I know it... I wish you were here..." With that, I close my eyes again, and this time, finally; I feel myself drifting off into an uneasy slumber. One, hopefully, that lasts until the dawn of a new day. A day where I begin anew. A day that brings about a new world. A world that, in the end, I can rest assured knowing that everything is going to be okay.
A world where I can turn and look to the future, and see the light that I cannot yet see today. A light I know will come, and I know deep down will rise. I just need to rest... I just need to relax, rest, and see what tomorrow holds.
And, finally...
I sleep.
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The Fight to Write:
Short StoryThese are just little things I make as I work to get back onto the horse. I've been gone for a long time, and it's high time I try to make a comeback. The characters in these writings are expressly mine, or in the sense that there are people related...
