2:57 in the morning,
Darkness and silence ring
In my ears as if they
Are some sort of mute alarm.

I stare up at my ceiling, watching
The red light of the smoke detector
Blink every few seconds
To remind me it's there.
Don't worry, smoke detector,
I never forget that you are there.

My eyes slowly move to the right,
Just barely able to pick out
The blood caked gasmask
Hanging from my closet door.
Maybe I should put it on and
Create some macabre art.

My train of thought switches
Tracks and I'm now staring
At my window to the left of me.
Lights from the trailers behind
The housing development I live in
Scatter the eternal darkness.

Eternal darkness...
Darkness...
Dark...
Sleep?
Sleeeep.

My legs jerk to the side as
I was just dozing off.
I guess no sleep for me yet.

Siiiiiiiiiiigh

I stare up at my dark ceiling
And begin to wonder about space
And how it is direction-less in its
nearly infinite self.

No up.

No down.

No east.

No west.

Just space.

Lots of space.

So much space and yet it is filled
With countless stars, planets, nebulae,
Galaxies, and many mysteries
That man will never figure out.

It freaks me out to no end.
Just floating there...
Suspended there...zzzzz

My arm jerks, causing me to punch
Myself across the face.
Sighing, I look at the time


...2:58 in the morning.