Five Sentence Fiction: Waiting



What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction. I’ve decided to write a little bit of how my mornings seem to work out during the times where I can’t sleep worth a shit. This is what happened this morning actually. 

This week: WAITING

My nights start the annoying game of lying in bed and hearing the TV blaring behind my back, my paranoia kicks on if I turn it over and then the bad dreams play on in my head, whatever little phobia I hear laughter going through my brain and haunts me for the next two hours.

I lay awake only to hear Fraiser on my TV, I’ve seen the episode about three times and everytime I see Niles act like a little girl over Daphne, it makes me sad that I haven’t met my own Niles Crane, but then again I think to myself I don’t want to date someone who will always analyze my thoughts and feelings.

It’s now four hours and counting since I’ve closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep, my mom gets up in an hour, I decide to lay in my bed in silence and when the hour is up and I see the bathroom light go on, I hope she comes in to take me to the bathroom before she leaves to go to work.

When the bathroom light comes on for the second time, the shower starts to run and my body starts to relax, when she finally comes in, and gets me another drink in case I decide to stay awake, after being awake for seven hours I hoped to finally get back to sleep.

When she leaves, the light from outside gets more clear in between my blinds, dad and ChiChi have finally decided that it was time to go back to bed and sleep in the pink blankie, I still lie on my bed wondering how in the hell I will finally break this damn insomnia, between thinking about it and closing my eyes at the same time I drift off to dreamland and regret waking up again at noon or two in the afternoon.