SLEEPING WITH MY LAPTOP OPEN
by Jose Siojo
2am. Half past 4. Seven. None are pitstops for dreams. The chillingly hard feeling of nothing close than a feather pillow waking me up is expected. For years, sleep apnea is a struggle. Yet these ropes are queued to be untangled.
Life is a combat of colors. On Wednesdays you wear pink but a day could turn it to be the blues' blue. Believe that a bright yellow figure in a damp of muddy neutrals can combat life. Colors change everything.
Half past seven. Windows start to shimmer. Light seeping through the curtains.
Whatever the prefix is for "day", it's new. My laptop is still open, fully charged.