Posted by Toph on April 21, 2004, at 12:18:32
3 a.m. The dog nuzzles my face ostensibly because he has had a bad dream. Reassuured with the knowledge that I am still alive, he lays down and soon slips from consciousness into a leashless world of romping bitches and prime rib. Now hopelessly awake, my nightmare is just beginning. I lie listening to my wife breathe a slow, rhythmic respiration like waves washing upon the beach. Neither her pleasant scent nor the warmth of her resting body are sufficient comfort to ease the dread and self-doubt that drones relentlessly through my brain. An hour passes before I resign that natural sleep is a futile hope. Defeated, I stumble through an obstacle course in the dark arriving at the sink. Pausing for a brief moment I contemplate how dark my existance has become before groping for the Xanax. Careful not to disturb my compaions I lay back down waitng patiently for the decending narcotic fog. Eventually my mental demons retreat to their dens where they wait poised to attack tomorrow night's familiar victim.
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