Crash by Michael Webb

There’s two kinds of sleepless, I thought- can’t sleep because of overscheduling, and can’t sleep because of overthinking. I do tend to overthink- certainly that plays a role in my life. But it’s usually the first kind- too many demands chasing too few hours, causing me to walk around in a semi- aware haze. I have, blessedly, seldom been unable to sleep- being able to drop off, nearly on command, has proven an asset, as well as a detriment to family life or long, complex films.

Sleep, when it comes, comes in a rush like an orgasm. You’re not sleeping-you’re inside your head, thinking, tracing the action in the room with your ears, then suddenly you’re gone. It’s fundamentally frightening-you have your consciousness, which is really everything you are, yanked away, and whole blocks of time just vanish. I guess that’s why I hate it- that, and the vague badge of honor sleeplessness brings in modern society. It’s a way to say, “See how hard I’m working?”

There is a horrible ripping noise above my left shoulder, metal being torn and burned, and a shower of sparks, some of which land on my pants. They glow on my motionless legs for a moment, then wink out. An Irish face fills my field of view. “We’re going to get you right out of there, sir,” he says with a flat voice.

“No problem,” I say, tangled in the wreckage of my car. “I’m not going anywhere.”

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5 responses to “Crash by Michael Webb

  1. Wonderful transition from random musings to gut wrenching reality. Great story.

  2. Amazing piece. Funny how our brain works when we’re in the midst of crisis — calm, rationale, practical. Loved the line “Sleep, when it comes, comes in a rish like an orgasm.” So true. Peace…

  3. Pingback: Week #15 – Sleep « 52|250 A Year of Flash

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