A Day In The Night: If Orpheus Slept

“GET UP! GET UP! YOU GOTTA GET UP! GET UP!!!”

I dart up, swinging my legs over the side of my bed and sitting upright. I was just about to stand up when I realized there was nobody there. I lay back down.

“WHAT IF SOMETHING’S HAPPENING TO YOUR DAUGHTER?”

I open my eyes, then shut them. “The kids are fine”.

“WHAT IF SOMETHING ALREADY HAPPENED TO THEM AND YOU JUST DON’T KNOW ABOUT IT? WHAT IF SOMETHING HAPPENED TO THEM RIGHT UNDER YOUR NOSE?”

I turn onto my side and squeeze my extra pillow tightly.

“TEXT ALEXIS, TELL HER WHAT YOU THINK AND TELL HER TO TALK TO THE GIRLS”

“Kay, I’m not doing that, it’s three o’clock in the morning. Enough already, okay? I need to sleep.”

I turn over to my stomach and try to loosen up the knot in my lower back. I miss opiates.

“KENNY PROBABLY DID THIS TO RUSSEL TOO, SPEAKING OF OPIATES.”

Shit, he’s right. Nothing I can do about that though. And beside, I need sleep I said!

“TEXT HIM”

“Okay, again, it’s the middle of the night and I need to talk to Jennifer first because…”

“JUST TEXT HIM IT’S FINE”

“Ugh!” I get out of bed and start searching for something sweet to put in my mouth. Eating something sometimes resets my brain and I can fall asleep before the voices start up again.

Laying back down, it’s quiet except for the low hum of some sort of country music power ballad playing through the cheap car stereo that’s embedded somewhere in the back of my brain. I can never really make it out though because the radio is stuck in between stations, but it seems like an okay song, and it’s not all that loud so I think I can sleep through it. I shut my eyes and try to focus on the music when I realize the demon is straddling my legs, pressing my knees into hyperextension.

Turning over again, I flex against the pressure on my knees, but no matter how hard I try, I cannot relieve the pressure. The demon is always so heavy.

“Fuckin’ fat ass” I mumble out loud, throwing back my covers. I head to the medicine cabinet and take an ibuprofen. It’s supposed to help with aches and pains, but I’m never sure if it works for this. Can’t hurt though. That’s enough bed for one night too. Once that demon shows up, there’s no convincing him to leave that room.

Harley was put-off when I shooed her off the couch. “Sorry pup.” I collapse onto the couch and find a comfortable spot. This is better! I’m not sure why I even go in that bed, the only place I ever seem to be able to sleep is right here on this couch.

Finally my mind drifts off quietly. Finally, I feel peace. Finally….silence.

“GET UP! GET UP! YOU GOTTA GET OUTTA BED! GET OUTTA BED GET UP!”

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