When the Lights go out

When the lights go out, when the people leave and the last note of a song fades, that’s when you find out what kind of person you are. When there are no other voices to hear but your own, that is when you will start to hear your own true voice.

            I have screamed into the darkness and only heard daunting silence as a reply, I have drifted along in the tides of uncertainty for so long that I can stand firm and unwavering on my ship as my life drifts out to sea. I have grown so used to the sound and feel of misfortune that I feel dread when it is not around. I have embraced so many negatives in this world and act as if the world was this way for everyone. Some think I am strange or unnecessarily aggressive but they have not seen the things I have.

            I am so accustomed to being alone that I find it tiring to be around others for long periods of time. Just as some might not understand why I can’t stand large gatherings of people, I also have a hard time understanding how someone could not handle being alone.

Joseph Stephens and the Dream Sheep

            Little fluffy white sheep bounce through the endless night sky. These small creatures are beings from another world, sent to earth by the sandman to help people sleep and dream.

            Only a foot tall and more fluffy wool than a body, with small round eyes, little stubby legs and round purple horns. These little critters jump over houses as magical sleeping dust falls over a family. For those with trouble sleeping the dream sheep sneak into the house through windows that they pry open with an adorable purple crowbar and the sheep jump over the person until they fall asleep. This is why people say counting sheep helps you go to sleep.

            Off you go to a magical world were anything is possible. While your brain files away all of the new information you gathered from the day you get to experience imaginary worlds with untold wonders and the scariest pits of your own imagination.

            Every night so many people get to drift off into a restful slumber, a sleep that rejuvenates the body and the soul. These people get to dream of wonderful places, floating cloud cities surrounded by sparkling stars too beautiful for words. They get to superheroes and stand up to the troubles of their day.

Some do not dream and that is all right too. resting your weary head down on a soft pillow, closing your eyes and letting hours go by in a blink of an eye. Hours pass and it is time to get back to your life. The morning awaits and you face the challenges of the day with restored vigor.

            This is the case for many people. Unfortunately for Joseph Stephens his dream sheep are heroin addicts. So he spends his nights awake, his mornings asleep and his afternoons feeling groggy and slow.

            So have a good night boys and girls and remember, if you can’t sleep, maybe your dream sheep are addicted to illegal drugs.