I once again walked those lonely streets through downtown this morning on my hike. It is so frustratingly maddening not being able to sleep. My eyes burned and my head pounded from the effects of only four hours of rest. I swung by the all-night convenience store once again to try and quench my unquenchable thirst and to satiate my sweet tooth.
“Another restless night?” The clerk said through thick glasses with beady eyes as I walked through the door.
We have developed a casual rapport with each other.
“You wouldn’t happen to know someone who could hook me up with some valium, do you?” I asked jestfully in response.
The clerk chuckled nervously with shifty eyes as if he did know someone, but said no.
I then placed a large orange flavored Gatorade and a Hershey’s bar w/almonds upon the counter.
“$2.34,” The clerk said, holding out his greedy little hand.
I handed him two dollar bills and some change after counting it.
“Say, didn’t you tell me the other night you used to work here third shift?” He then asked, drumming up a conversation.
“I worked here for about a year when I was in college,” I replied.
“Doesn’t this job just suck donkey balls?” He asked as he smiled facetiously.
“It’s not an experience I would like to repeat, but it did pay the bills,” I replied.
“Sometimes, I think 7am will never get here,” He said. “These early morning hours tend to drag on so long and seem to last forever.”
“I know how you feel. I have been in your shoes,” I replied.
I finally bid the clerk goodbye and continued on with my morning hike. This sleepy little southern town was eerily quiet as I walked. Nary a car or person was to be encountered. Here I was, a lonely soul walking in the deepest, darkest hours of the night; alone with my thoughts and a most vivid imagination. I thought of down feather comforters, fluffy pillows, and sleep, blissful sleep. I think it is time to get a prescription for a sleep aid. I don’t think I can bear another sleepless night.