To Sleep Perchance To Dream – Night Visitors

I had a visit from some of my least favorite people last night. These particular visitors that almost always come after dark are persistent, uncaring and steadfast in their visitations. They crawl through the windows of your soul and get at your most private thoughts. Questioning, complaining and often irrational they go about their work robbing you of what should be yours and yours alone. Peace of mind and a good night’s sleep. Often, as they were last night, the subject of their conjecture could have best been forgotten, something so insignificant and trivial in the general scheme of things that further thought should not have been necessary. None the less there they were at 2:57 AM crawling into my head and endlessly reviewing my decisions from the previous day. Like a record caught in a groove over and over again questioning my past and casting doubts about the future. Refusing to go home even when the porch light was turned off and the doormat pulled inside. These night visitors for me are not nightmares filled with horrors of war or death as sadly afflicts others. Last night, as they are most nights, the visitors were sneaky, hiding in the shadows of my mind and waiting until I had just managed to reach that in-between state where reality and sleep touch only to reach out and touch me again just hard enough to bring me back from the edge of sleep and as usually happens for some reason every time they touched me again I had to look at the clock to constantly update its glacial movement towards morning. Finally at 4:00 AM the clock and the night visitors won and I got up and took the dogs for a walk, came home and begin writing this and yet even as I am writing this, the night visitors linger in the back of my mind, fuzzy and insubstantial, but still there waiting for that brief nap in the chair in front of the TV or most likely my next night’s attempt at sleep.
I wonder do the night visitors visit everyone, do they visit criminals in prisons, do they cause the cries of babies in their cribs, do they visit scam artists that rob old people without conscience? Do they visit our government officials or are they most often a malady of the common man, the common man who unlike others  sometimes just doesn’t know if they have done enough or what is right?


About safrisri

I was a school teacher until retirement. I have taught at all educational levels from pre-school to college. My college degree is general science which I arrived at after 5 years and 5 different majors. A degree as it turns out, almost as valuable and in demand as one in Neo-Bulgarian Mythology. I have been around education for around 40 years and can remember when teaching was a pleasant, happy and creative job and our schools were the same. Now I'm the guy sitting on the porch with an opinion on everything.
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