Awake

I couldn't sleep last night. I was tired, and I did sleep for a little while, but then I woke up and I couldn't fall back to sleep. 

It was 1:30. That's too early to just get up for the day. So I tried to relax. This was hard because of all the noise from the party raging downstairs, which was weird because I don't have a downstairs. The doorbell kept ringing and I heard my sister greeting the uninvited guests as they stormed into my house. "I don't even know this many people," I thought, "and why is she answering the door? She doesn't even live here." 

Eventually, the doorbell stopped ringing, and things quieted for a bit. Then the dancing started. The music was loud, and the dancers' shoes pounded and clattered on the wood floor. This was also weird, because I don't have wood floors. 

I looked at the clock. Midnight. "It's midnight on a Sunday night," I thought. "Am I the only one here who has a job? And how is it midnight now when it was 1:30 an hour ago? How is time moving backward?" 

*****

It's Monday night now, and it's very loud again. It's icy cold and the red and blue strobe lights are flashing. The knocking and clattering is the sound of skate blades on ice, and the people are all invited guests, having paid for their tickets. There's no sleeping at a Capitals game, so I know this isn't a dream. I'll sleep later. It's time to do that hockey.