Click Click Sleep Tight

The midnight moon, peeping from the window, was looking at me with obvious sarcasm.

I could feel the sadistic pleasure in the bright light on its round brilliantly white face. Beautiful. The moon looked happy at my state of mind. He was not the only one awake in this darkly lit night. The stars around seemed to giggle and mock at me.

The night was asking me again why I had taken the luxury of sleep for so many months. The night had been my constant companion in the past, playing games. And I ditched her. I chose to embrace a calm phase, for quite a few months, almost a year, and had been away from my sleepless nights. So I could see that my companions of darkness have been really annoyed with my calm.

I walked out in the concrete covered balcony and looked up to the window of visible sky. A black cat just purred somewhere in the backdrop, warning me of the some unknown disaster ahead. I chose to ignore it and picked up my little handy telescope, aimed at the dim night sky. Soon, I could see those umpteen little starry losers standing tight in the night sky, seemingly waiting for someone.. or waiting for the great fall.

It seemed like all these stars were hanging from the ropes of a circus arena, ready for some acrobatics, but too afraid of falling down. So they seemed still, waiting for some invisible trampoline, to fall upon, since ages. I wish they knew, no trampoline would ever appear.

A late night flight passing through my sky disturbed the chain of unreasonable thoughts. My eyes got this airplane in focus and followed it till it vanished in the cemented horizon of the cityscape. I walked inside, gave my body to the couch again and picked up the ultimate tool of empowerment in the modern times - the TV remote control. Click. Channel one, two, three, fifty nine, sixty two, ninety-nine, click click click. The moon still watched me through the window, with the same sarcasm.

I have always loved this sedative called television. It does put me to sleep.