I slept like two hours before waking up to the sound of the phone. I must say I’m grateful to him for calling, for I was having some kind of feverish dream. I dreamed about music ringing in my ears, hammering hard into my brain, just music and more music and more music. I know I fell asleep with the iPod on and then wrenched it away, but, was it that bad to do that? Is my last dinner to blame? My stomach has been very upset tonight— milkshake and fries weren’t a very good idea, it seems.
I couldn’t go back to sleep after we hung up. It’s sad to speak with such coldness, expect nothing but ice at the other end of the line… But that’s not the reason for this sudden insomnia. I turned and turned in my bed, only to realize my stomach wasn’t willing to cooperate with the peaceful passing of the night. No, I had to get up and let it cool down before going back to bed.
That was four hours ago. I’ll try to force myself into sleep. I don’t want to have any more nightmares with my own music, I don’t want to remember that once warm voice pointing at the end of the conversation, but more than anything, I want this stupid stomachache to end.