Insomnia
Another week, another flash fiction. If you’re new reading my pieces, welcome and thank you! I appreciate the fact that you took time out of your day to read this. And to my returning friends, thank you so much for your support. Today’s piece is about counting sheep
“Just count sheep” my therapist said in the morning. Our session was quite short and he made sure the words “just count sheep” was repeated.
So night came and I laid in bed. My eyes opened wide. I sighed, closed them and imagined a couple sheep.
“1” I began to count. There were a lot of sheep to count. I got to 100 and my mind began to race.
“There’s just so much happening,” I exhaled and turned to the wall to my left. “Where’s there so much happening yet nothing happening...” I mumbled. “Why?”
The sheep popped on the wall. I closed my eyes, opened them once again and saw multiple sheep on my wall. I turned round to the right, “gahhhh,” I closed my eyes, “Please sleep,” I begged. My eyes stayed open and 2 sheep laid on my bed.
I turned and looked at the ceiling. “Please help,” I begged as more sheep surrounded me. My eyes began to shed tears.”
“Do you mind if I ask what goes on in your mind at night?” The therapist had asked.
“I mind,” I shared, “for so much goes on in my mind that I couldn’t share.”
I closed my eyes. The black of my eyelids began to show tiny sheep and I began to cry. I got up from bed, and walked right to my TV and stayed up to watch TV.”
“Sleep, count sheep,” I scoffed, “Idiot Therapist.”
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