It was somewhat of a comforting thought, which should've pacified me, but like I've said before, I don't deal with sentimentalities. If they were looking up at the sky as well, so be it. I wasn't about to start a big emotional moment over the moon.
I glanced around me, and noticed that nearly the whole city was silent as well. Not having a watch, I wasn't sure of what time it was. Most likely a little after midnight. But, that was just a rough estimate on my part.
Even though I was exhausted from not having slept enough, the Sand Man didn't come. I didn't want him to and I certainly wasn't about to start counting the sheep. Besides, they were most likely too fat to even get off the ground and bounce over the fence so I could count them.
Anyhow, sleep can even be dangerous, for that's when the nightmares come to eat your mind. Usually the nightmares wouldn't bother me for too long. Just a fresh sting in the rear and I'd continue on my way. Nothing more.
But lately, the nightmares had been getting worse and more violent, forcing me to wonder if it was just me or the asinine genetic coding of mine. Could be a bit of both, but I wasn't entirely sure.
The most recent bad dream that wouldn't allow me to sleep, had been about Lydecker. He had been back at Manticore with the others. But they were all children. And he just whipped out a gun and bang, bang, bang, he killed them all. I tried to save them and ended up with a bullet in my chest as well. He laughed, which is something I hadn't ever seen him do. Still, the laugh haunted me until I woke up in a cold sweat.
Like I said, the dreams had been getting more and more violent. Sometimes I would wake up nauseated from the images my brain produced. I didn't know why I dreamt the things I did. It may have been my subconscious portraying my worst fears. Of course, one of my worse fears was that all the escapees and I were going to be captured one day and killed. I try not to dwell on the fact, but it haunts me nonetheless.
I yawned and straightened my back against the cold aluminum siding of the barn. My stomach growled impatiently and I pleaded with it to shut up. Obviously the energy from the cheap beer, or whatever the bartender had given me, was worn off. Great, I thought sarcastically. More money that I had to spend on food just so I could survive.
Swinging one leg over, I landed on the opposite side of the fence that I had entered through. One of the sheep looked up at me, confused as to why I was leaving. If they had understood me, I could've told them a reason. I would've told them that I was just as confused as they were most of the time.
And considering that sheep aren't the brightest creatures in the world, I wondered if I was just plain stupid. Immediately, I recoiled upon that thought. I'm not stupid, I bit silently to myself. Just insanely and utterly confused about my life. That's all.