I feel like I am in a scene from a movie, but perhaps one that went straight to video, so the details are not well known to me.
I sit here, past midnight, in a quiet hotel, in a city not far from my own, with too many things in my head to find any mental space to count some sheep and go to sleep.
Even as I write that sentence, I see sheep all starting to bounce around chaotically, mocking me for thinking that they could be of service. They speak in several languages. And one wears a green fez. They are useless, and getting more bizarre the longer I let them take center stage of my imagination.
How anticlimactic is this?! I suddenly am catching that first little wave of sleepiness. Past experience has taught me that if I don't follow it out to the sea of sleep, I'll be stranded on this island of insomnia for hours more.
If this WAS a made-for-video movie, this most certainly was one of the deleted scenes, known only here in the Director's Cut.
I'm going to try.
To get some sleep.
Even if I have to bring in a talking pig to herd those bilingual sheep.