Staying Awake

Lying down on the bed.
Not sleeping.Thinking about things.
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Ah! the sound.Something is off.
The wheels of his brain.
They are rotating.Yes, that is what is wrong.
It is 2 in the night.He should not be awake,thinking about things.
The wheels should rest.The brain needs oiling.
He forces himself to empty his mind.
It is not working.He starts counting dogs.
He likes dogs.Thinks they are smart.
1,2,3,4,5.No,it is a no go.
He sings to himself,closes his eyes.
All in vain.This is stupid.
He is not a child anymore.There is no time to go to bed.
He has tried everything.Watching movies,reading,the whole drill.
Nothing seems to work.Ah! the wretched sleep,these sleepless nights.
They are driving him crazy.
He tosses and turns.Finally he decides to sit up.
He gets up from the bed,pours himself a glass of water and starts pacing about the room impatiently.
He is suddenly inspired by his lack of sleep and decides to write a poem on it.
He writes that poem till 4 in the morning.
It is a long poem and it does not rhyme.
He gives it a hurried glance for the last time around fiveish.
The house helper knocks on the door and then bangs loudly.
It is now nine.The sun is shining and the wind is sighing.
It is a perfect morning.
His head is bent over the flying pages of a colourful notebook.
Aniket has finally succumbed to the charms of sleep.