This is a one shot I wrote a while ago. Let me know what you think. Don't think I will continue it but if you like it that much, maybe I'll come up with something else like it or maybe you can sway me into continuing.
Laying here thinking about what to think about.
Pitch black room except for the glowing alarm clock.
I don't even care what it says.
Insomnia has taken over for multiple nights now. Pain takes place of sleep, takes place of all other processes. His brain throws random thoughts, everything floats around. Lyrics surface.
I'm so tired I don't know what to do
I'm so tired my mind is set on you
I wonder should I call you but I know what you'd do
Wilson. He always comes up. Why? I can be exhausted and he seems to worm his way into my thought pattern.
He contemplated calling him even though it was late, but the song played on in his brain.
You know I can't sleep, I can't stop my brain
You know it's been three weeks, I'm going insane
You know I'd give you everything I've got for a little piece of mind
With that he thought he would call Wilson, would have picked up the phone. But he was half asleep, comfortable finally, and his cell phone was already ringing.
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He was completely exhumed with sleep when The Beatles of all people started playing in his head.
I don't know why nobody told you how to unfold your love
I don't know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you
What is that song? Where did I hear it? Ah yes. House. His guitar gently weeps.
The song continued. Wilson in that asleep but conscious thought state. Like trying to process a dream yet still sleeping.
I don't know how you were diverted
You were perverted too
I don't know how you were inverted
No one altered you
Wilson sat up and opened his eyes groping the nightstand for his cell. He knew the last two lines were lies. He dialed, and waited.