I seem to be on a writing binge lately...

The Clock




The clock ticks, ticks, ticks.
She lies awake in the darkness,
staring alternatively at the ceiling and the inside of her own eyelids.
A million random thoughts fly through her brain,
And she wonders,
Should she just get up and write?
Just put something on paper, tap something out on her keyboard,
Anything,
To relieve her brain from its constant turning.
She lies still,
And the clock ticks, ticks, ticks.
She lies awake still,
Taking deep, rhythmic breaths to fool her body into sleep.
And the clock ticks, ticks, ticks.
She rolls over, groans, and pulls her pillow over her head.
Muffled but audible,
The clock ticks, ticks, ticks.
The cat stands, stretches, looks at her,
And goes back to sleep.
It almost feels as though the beast is mocking her insomnia.
And the clock ticks, ticks, ticks.
She sighs, and gives in,
Reaches for the light,
Reaches for her computer.
Within minutes, her eyes grow heavy,
She wishes she had capitulated to writing's siren call hours ago.
As her brain finally surrenders to the need to sleep, she smiles...
And the clock ticks, ticks, ticks.