When Women “Sleep”

Night falls and sleep cant find me again. A dim glow from the bathroom seeps through the cracked door. My husband let’s out a low, rattling snore, physically sated for tonight. I adjust my pillow under my head, hoping it’ll be enough to beckon slumber to lie down by my side. It isn’t, and she doesn’t, the selfish bitch. My mind reels. Was nice finally having some time with my husband. It’d been awhile. Crap, what if he doesn’t really want me anymore? I have put on a few pounds. I’m pretty disgusting to myself. I mean I wouldn’t fuck me would I? I really need to find a day job. What if no one wants to hire me? Need to remember to buy Jay shoes. I cant believe I forgot to buy him shoes. I think E’s shoes might also be too tight. Ugh! I’m such a bad mom! Oh crap mom! Did I forget to take her to her appointment or is that next week? Water bill is due tomorrow. Hope there’s enough to cover that and groceries. Oh no, did I pay the light bill this month? The dogs really need to go to the vet. Shit, forgot to put the clothes in the dryer! Can’t remember if I locked the front door. Please mind just shut the eff up! Holy hell, now I have to pee. Sigh

-©2018 B. Clary

 

Published by sarcasticallycynical

Hmm! Let's see.I live in Texas born to two human parents (According to my birth certificate) and have three siblings that are nothing like me. I'm an artist and writer. I've lived a lot and learned a lot in my short life and although I lean more towards the pessimistic there is always room to change my sometimes too small tainted heart ;p

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