Faithless - I Can’t Get No Sleep

By midnight, they were both home
He watched the telly, while she, had some unfinished work to complete
Exhausted, they both fell into bed at 1
Time passed
They shifted around in bed
First his arm under her
Then hers around his waist

An hour and a half later, they were still awake in the darkness

“I just put my face on your drool.”
“Sorry,” said he, softly

Minutes passed

“I can’t sleep…”
“I can’t sleep too…”
“Baby…” she said haltingly
“What.”
“I feel… like there’s something weird in the room.”
“Like what? Ghosts?” he replied, with an almost-mocking tone
Bloody English boy, thought she, spirits would have sounded so much better
“The other day… it was morning already and you’d left for work. And i heard our doorknob rattle and i thought you’d forgot something. But, of course, you didn’t come in…”
She awaited what he would say
As expected, he went “Mmm” and pooh-poohed the thought
And she hesitated before deciding not to mention that she’d had an image whilst her eyes were closed, of a grey triangle-shaped thing floating in on the ceiling after the funny doorknob incident

The paranoid thoughts started streaming through her head
Oh my god… first i couldn’t sleep at home because of that dream and now i can’t sleep here too!
At least he’s next to me
I feel like asking sharon to come and see whether there’s anything here…
I wonder if she has the time
No, don’t be stupid. There’s nothing here. It’s just your damn imagination
What about the doorknob rattle?
It’s the damn wind, bitch. Now shut up and try to sleep
I can’t. Vodka can help me to sleep
Such a bad habit. Shouldn’t even start it
Sigh

Sigh
Sigh sigh sigh, she went
It’s okay baby, i’m here, he said

So they tried falling asleep once more

Soon, their voices filled the dark air again
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Do you want cake?”
“Stupid. I want vodka so i can just go to sleep.”
“Cake.”
“Vodka….”
“Cake and milk?”
“Vodka and juice…”
“I’m hungry.”
“What?”
“I’m hungry,” he repeated
“Want me to cook for you?”
“Yes please.”
“The usual okay.”
“Okay.”

Slipping on her bathrobe, she padded out into the kitchen
And blogged while the pasta cooked in the pot