It was one of those nights. You know the kind, the minute your head hits the pillow you are wide awake. With me this usually happens when I have to be up earlier then usual the next morning.
As I lay there listening to my husband snore I reach over and adjust the mask on his cpap machine. I hear the cat whimpering in her sleep. I am sure she is dreaming about the lizard I would not let her outside to catch earlier in the day.
I lay back and thoughts speed into the brain. How are my brothers doing, their wives, their kids and grandkids? My mothe in law, my sisters in law, their kids. One is graduating from high school this year, her older sister graduating from college. Where did time go?
Then the what if scenarios start. I remember something about the number of dead bodies found in the desert has decreased. What if a dead body is found?.
Stop thinking and try to sleep.Deep breath in, slowly out.
Was it an immigrant? A criminal? How did it get there? Why is it there?
That reminds me of another story of someone dumping coffins in the desert. An image pops into my mind, a body in the desert /
What’s that about ten feet away? Looks like, can it be, a coffin? Why is that there? Is it junk? . Is that it, or is there someone in the casket? Is it a vampire? Why the desert? Can’t be a vampire, they’d fry faster than most living breathing people.
Oh lord, I can’t stand it.
I grab my notebook and pen off the bedside table and wander to the living room to write this stuff down. I don’t want to wake my husband up. Sleep is overrated, I have to write this down before I forget it!