It's like waking up in a strange bed, in a strange house...disoriented from the darkness in the middle of a night...unfamiliar surroundings, different furniture...perhaps not too far removed from just one drink not needed.
Perhaps it is the comfort of a cold glass of water at the bedside to restore familiarity...to re-orient and remind that this is a vacation house...away from the normals. Away from many, many things.
At once restorative and contemplative...hours to while away, no deep thinking necessary. Just a blank-slate mind erased for a little while, to undo knots in a mind, let things tethered go untethered. Release a black balloon of worry and let it disappear.
With the return of a normal heartbeat, with the slowing down of normal breathing, the body slips back into a comfort that it can collect and gather and cocoon you into...while the mind lets itself go unmoored and starts to wander on the dark sea that makes up the time after midnight.
The world starts to dissipate, the sun remains in some other world, the hint of the next day is but a ghost...there is nothing to keep the eyes from closing and remaining so for as many hours as one can go.
And then, like flicker from a lighthouse, across that black sea after midnight...a small and tiny but brilliant thought of you inserts itself into my mind...and triggers, like a hunger, an unsatisfied emotion that reluctantly starts to blaze inside me...this little craving that will once again plague me as I struggle to re-find sleep in the middle of a night.
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