A bird outside my window woke me up.
Though it was before 4am its alertness roused me in an annoyingly perfect manner. Suddenly stricken with consciousness, I had a resounding feeling of sadness that I couldn’t understand, until, as if I were watching the dots physically connect before me, I realized. And all at once I remembered how heartbreak is notorious for keeping me awake at obscene hours, determined to pair my already puffy eyelids with a real reason to be exhausted. Laying on my back I attempted to fall back asleep, yet as 4am came, then 5am, then 6am, the only thing that came was the resounding feeling that there was a searing pain in my eyes that was determined to wash over my face in waves, as if each feature thereon were a rock with pained ripples connecting in geometric lines to one another until they ran out only to be started anew. All the while my mind tried to grasp my situation, though it was too confused and tired to do much more than echo thoughts through an empty chasm that just wanted to sleep and forget.
Awake, tired, heartbroken, and sorting through the night terrors that were about three dream levels deep, I decided life was absurd.
