semi insomniacs’ site

It’s the middle of the night – 3:20am Eastern Time. If I were home in the state of Washington, it would just be a late night. But here in Maine, I’m up at that time when my mind wants to be creative.

I’m lying on a thin mattress on the floor in a tiny loft with my head just inches from the skylight. Feels like the stars are wallpaper. There is cool air in this room that tastes like vanilla ice cream. Yet I just wrote a poem about a recent freaky incident when I accidentally stepped on a banana slug. Try this name on for size: ariolimaxcolumbianus.

I couldn’t look at it afterwards, but I did feel the pressure and then pop underfoot. Heard the curdled shriek from my gut. The sick sensation is still with me. I needed to write it out. Did you have something troubling happen to you too?

Now that I’ve gone to pee, I’m headed back to bed. I just thought I’d check first to see who else out there might be feeling the creative wave in the brain instead of sleeping. Don’t you worry! That’s what will really keep you up at night. Just jot down some of the thoughts that are bouncing around in your head and then let yourself hit the pillow.

Zzzzzz…