I'm having more and more trouble sleeping.
It's the nightmares. Or night terrors, or whatever the shrinks are calling it this week.
I mean, I know why I'm having the nightmares, but that doesn't stop them from happening. It's got to do with the serial killer some idiot reporter started calling "The Midlands Ripper". Five women dead so far. Police baffled. All the usual buzzwords. They're talking about instating a curfew, for whatever good that will do.
I'm glad Cynthia is out of this state. I mean, I miss her, I miss us being together, but she had a shot at her dream job, and she took it. We weren't doing so hot together for a while anyways. But I still miss her. She called the other day, just to talk. Hurt like hell, talking to her and not being able to see her, to smell that perfume she always wears. But I'm glad she's not here, with that psycho running around killing women. Missing her as much as I do probable isn't helping keep the nightmares away. No one there when I wake up, gasping for air, not quite screaming.
I suspect I'm sleepwalking a bit. Or sleep-watching TV at least. Wouldn't shock me in the least. I always seem to find the news on when I wake up from a nightmare, and that's definitely me. Cynthia always said I watched the news too much. Like I had to find out what bad things happened in the world today. I mean, you never see good news on the news any more. It's all about terrorist attacks, or missing kids, or celebrities OD'ing on drugs. Or serial killers.
I think I just need a change of scenery. Yeah. I'll just take a week or two off of work. Get down to the beach. Get away from the job, and the stress, and the city. Away from all the memories buried here. Yeah.
It's the nightmares. Or night terrors, or whatever the shrinks are calling it this week.
I mean, I know why I'm having the nightmares, but that doesn't stop them from happening. It's got to do with the serial killer some idiot reporter started calling "The Midlands Ripper". Five women dead so far. Police baffled. All the usual buzzwords. They're talking about instating a curfew, for whatever good that will do.
I'm glad Cynthia is out of this state. I mean, I miss her, I miss us being together, but she had a shot at her dream job, and she took it. We weren't doing so hot together for a while anyways. But I still miss her. She called the other day, just to talk. Hurt like hell, talking to her and not being able to see her, to smell that perfume she always wears. But I'm glad she's not here, with that psycho running around killing women. Missing her as much as I do probable isn't helping keep the nightmares away. No one there when I wake up, gasping for air, not quite screaming.
I suspect I'm sleepwalking a bit. Or sleep-watching TV at least. Wouldn't shock me in the least. I always seem to find the news on when I wake up from a nightmare, and that's definitely me. Cynthia always said I watched the news too much. Like I had to find out what bad things happened in the world today. I mean, you never see good news on the news any more. It's all about terrorist attacks, or missing kids, or celebrities OD'ing on drugs. Or serial killers.
I think I just need a change of scenery. Yeah. I'll just take a week or two off of work. Get down to the beach. Get away from the job, and the stress, and the city. Away from all the memories buried here. Yeah.