How many times did I hit the snooze. Another night without many z's in the sleep bank. I tossed and turned, beat up a pillow, and tormented in a horizontal torture chamber. Finally after two hours I packed it in and went to the couch. The tocks reigned havoc on the ticks and the battle ensued, Somewhere after 2:30, with Charlie laying on my feet I entered the sleep chamber of horrors only to start whacking the snooze button on the alarming cellular mere seconds later, or maybe it was a scant handful of hours, or maybe it never happened. 'Twasn't enough, M'lord, I barely crashed before the somnambulance driver had me on my feet again. I can't say I dreamed, there was no time, more like I schemed, conspired with the alarm for a scant few more seconds, since my first course was so insubstantial. I got my just deserts. But just deserts are not enough to sustain. Is this making any sense? I don't know let me sleep on it. I'm still struggling to crawl to the surface of reality although I'm sitting here typing, most of the moment is draining through a colander of coherence, and it feels like I'm (or my mind is) as much asleep as alive right now. Soon I expect the switch to be thrown, and intelligible thought to follow. In any case I'll need a new switch, I should have never thrown that one, I could have flipped it, but I had no interest in seeing what it looked like from a different perspective, I didn't want to see it at all.
More time, snooze. Snooze time. Damn, that was not ten minutes I barely sat the accursed instrument of my resurrection back on the table. SNOOZE, it must be broken. When I was a youth and I had transgressed a boundary or rule my mother would sometimes begin my punishment with this phrase, "Get a knife out of the kitchen drawer and go cut me a switch, to whip you with." The horror of being the tool of deliverance for your own punishment is often more punishment than the lashes received, this was the case again as I stumbled to the door frame and actuated the switch from light to dark, allowing spark to tungsten filament unabated and illuminating a dwelling outside a still dark and clouded mental landscape, still praying for more time. Give me... , aww I'm awake now time to get ready for a foray into to the world of commerce, perhaps I'll buy a little time and tick it in my sleep bank. I have to go apologize to a pillow. I'll see you in the sleep hazed dream that is your reality, mine's busted.
Do I hear Louis Armstrong playing "Dream A Little Dream of Me" ?
DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME
(W. Schwant / F. Andre / G. Kahn)
Yes, stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singin' in the sycamore trees
Dream a little dream of me, yes

Say nighty-night and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me
While I'm alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me

Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I'm longin' to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this, yes

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me

------ instrumental break ------

Yes, stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
I'm longing to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this, yes

Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries far behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me
Yes, dream a little dream of me

Chuck Pace © 2007
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