Nov 14, 2005 03:34
they slumber in my shelter, but they do not share their natural sleep aid with me. They have a warm body to ease them, but I only have alcohol. All four of these goddesses relegate to the living room, while I manifest awoken in the bedroom. I am surrounded by inspiration but find none for myself.
I have been rejected from my own hosted slumber party, and find myself rjected from jokes ans games associated. Who said anyone needed sleep, though they'd find it much easier. I worry and care far too much, and so I drink.
It is a cold night at the near dawn of winter upon us. I find myself tied to the a cable of communication in a state of desperation. Is it so much to ask to share a bed just to sleep? IF so I might find myself out of association with those I have assisted. Next time we play drinkign games I might find myslef at a loss again. But I will have learned a lesson. IT was a perfect day to lock myself inside. Problem is they have ate the key.
I tried initiating conversation as they sadi they were goinf to sleep. I heard them speaking, and listened in spy. As I tried to join, they rejected my efforts. SLeep indeed. The gender bias within same sex groups in negated when the opposite sex enters the discussion. I apparently am not welcome, despite their pleas of gender equality. I just wanted to talk to people who were awake.
Cross my heart and left to die, closing both my eyes, I will narry sleep. Breath deep. Try not to write much more, today is never more.
alone,
party,
alcohol,
sleep,
friends