04 June 1999
2:08 a.m.
At 2:00 a.m. my mind wanders and all becomes madness. I cannot sleep for fear of the little people, as irrational as this may seem. Fears are fears are fears no matter how silly they seem in the daylight. Shadows play tricks on my mind, as sound as that may be. The trees tap secret messages on my windows in morse code. What are they trying to tell me? My wall glows green with butterflies. I want to touch their plastic wings. Maybe if I count the flowers on my bed, in my room, in my head, I'll forget about the hate, the lies, and the little people, and feel all rosy inside. And Poe looks at me from her poster on the wall and I think of what a good name that would make for a dog, or perhaps a cat, depending on my mood. My curtains are blowing in the breeze from the fan. I wish they were my blankets instead. I have the urge to sleep naked under lace curtains and I want to sleep in the sand. If I counted stars would it take all night? I'm tired and alone and my love is asleep...so I guess I should sleep too. But you little people - STAY AWAY!