The fan whirs quietly in the dark room. I hear the puppy snoring and pray to God that dog stays quiet for the rest of the night—because I need my sleep. It’s time to sleep. I close my eyes. Then open my eyes.
Right, I should be sleeping. I forgot.
I close my eyes again. I think about sleeping. I imagine myself sleeping. I’m jealous of the imagination of myself sleeping. I look so peaceful.
Then a thought pops to mind, and another. Strange thoughts, but great ones. Some even ingenious ones.
These are the thoughts I have before falling asleep.