I bounce and bounce, and bounce. Sheets stripped of their purpose and bundled onto the floor. How can someone with so much energy fall asleep on a bustling summers night? People are still out as are the creatures & critters. Next door I hear the neighbors little boy ecstatically laughing, a warming rumble than a high pitched screech, almost like he was surprised than back to absolute hysterics. He and his family are playing rugby, a perfect game for a perfect night. Oh, how I wish I was outside. I give in to the suns rays, I open the window, streaming from the sky, to be present with such beautiful light beaming into my bedroom a touch of sun on my skin. My many freckles reminders of the suns previous kisses. Out the window I go, an escape route I’m very familiar with. Sprinting to the lawn an attempt to burn the energy parading through my body, I can’t help but feel like I’m on top of the world. The surrounding flora waving to me in the mid-summer breeze, the scent of mums roses dainty on the nose. Out comes dad. He smirks an obvious disguise to the laughter he shields. One by one my younger siblings trot out, their smiles so big. Their anticipation creates an unspoken excitement between us, no need to convince dad to turn on the sprinklers. Like zoo animals we stomp, we roar and we dart quickly on our feet. Sleep will only come when it is acquainted with exhaustion which at present are only strangers.
When I manage to sleep, I really sleep and sleep. A contrast to when I was younger and naive. Those years have passed and everyday life taking a toll on my energy. During a summer’s night, I tumble and turn, my back seems to hurt and my eyes seem to ache. History repeats itself and once more the sheets kicked off my bed bundled in a heap on the floor but this time it’s out of frustration. Like every summers night the birds are chirping, a song every bird seems to know like it was handed down through the ages. Right now it is more annoying than ever. It’s eight right now and you can still hear the neighborhood kids playing, piercing screeches preventing tranquility in what should be a peaceful place. My sibling’s voices so loud echo through the house, the noise is inescapable, they want to play, they want to run and they want to stay awake till the sun is gone. The curtains swaying side to side, the open window drawing in the breeze. The sun is so bright I feel blinded by the rays hitting the floor, I close my eyes tight I refuse to allow the sun to contribute to my lack of sleep. As I continue to lay awake I turn on music as a last minute resort, I hear the blend of well crafted musical instruments combined to create a tune of complete mastery. I close my eyes, relax my shoulders and lay on my back, I drift off. Right now sleep has become acquainted with exhaustion.