It started in the night, at around 2 or 3 o'clock, I am not sure, didn't bother checking at all. I returned with my brother from outside, being totally drained out of fatigue. All I wanted to do was to lie down, close my eyes and drift in dreams, in order to restore my energy. My brother had the same thing in mind, so he changed his clothes and dropped on the bed, without even bothering to go to the bathroom or turn off the lights. Once I made sure that the door was locked and that my clothes were tidily placed on the chair, I lied down and hugged my pillow, getting comfortable. I felt my eyelids dropping heavily and I was sure that in less than 15 minutes, even I, a person that needs her time in order to fall asleep, would fall into a deep slumber. And yes, I felt my body getting numb, the silence was embracing me and I was close to stepping into the other world, a world that I control in many ways.
Darkness... The numbness started to take all over me, but then something decided to break the tranquility.
It was like a bear growled, it was like a chainsaw chopped a tree, it was a sound I couldn't really identify, but it was loud. It was so loud that it kicked my sleepiness away. I opened my eyes. The sound stopped. I clung to the pillow, lowered my head and closed my eyes again.
It was nothing, I said to myself. I felt my body getting heavy again. I smiled and got ready to drift into dreams.
I opened one eye. Silence. I changed my position and tried to trace the source of the sound. I stayed there, waiting, not even bothering to force myself sleep. One minute passed, maybe two, when I heard the sound again.
When I saw where it was coming from, I opened my eyes widely.
"No fucking way." I muttered. The vicious growl was repeated. I raised my body a bit in order to look at him better.
It wasn't a bear, it wasn't a monster, it was my brother, lying on his back, snoring so loudly that the walls shook.
"Damn!" I shouted. I didn't get a response.
"Brother, turn to the side!" I shouted, increasing the volume of my voice. He groaned and turned to the side. I sighed.
"That's more like it." I said and turned to sleep. I was sure that the entire story would end at that point. My belief was close to be true. I was half asleep when I realized that yes, I will sleep.
My cheeks flushed with anger and without thinking much, I launched the pillow at him.
"Shut up!" I shouted and dropped on the bed.
"I surrender, I surrender! I'll go sleep in the yard!"
But it's fucking cold in the yard.
"Nevermind." I got up and took another pillow, lied down and buried my face in it. Silence. Maybe I'd sleep after all.
How much time passed? Was it 20 minutes, or 30? I didn't even know anymore, I didn't bother checking my watch. All I know is that I was almost asleep, this close!
I raised my head and looked at him. At that moment, I grabbed my watch from the chair and looked at it.
You have to be fucking kidding me.
I turned my head. I wouldn't give up. This wasn't much about my rest anymore. It got personal. I also got a headache by the entire story. I had to sleep. I yawned loudly and hugged the pillow again. Silence. Oh precious silence. I wish you could last forever. But no, that wouldn't happen that night, because he started snoring again. I covered my head with the pillow and grunted.
Give me a break.
Nah, he couldn't listen to me. If he would be able, then he'd listen to his own snoring and then he'd wake up, giving me a bunch of minutes to fall asleep, so that I wouldn't listen to his noisy breathing, snoring, whatever!
The rest of the night rolled the exact same way. I just kept on turning around in my bed, being unable to do something about the noise.
He opened his eyes and stretched, yawning. I looked at him with red eyes, completely exhausted.
"Brother, can I ask you a favor?" I asked. He nodded his head.
"Can you sleep on your stomach the next time? You sound like a tractor when you snore." I said.
"Oh, was I snoring again?" He asked.
"Yes. Surprised?" I asked.
"I am sorry. You should have poked me." He said. I froze.
Why wasn't poking in my options from the start? I didn't say anything.
"I'll go get a coffee. See you later. Good morning." He said and headed off. I dropped on the bed and closed my eyes. I would sleep. Better late than never. My eyelids got heavy, I couldn't even open my eyes anymore. The numbness took over my body and yes, I felt that I would finally rest.
I opened my eyes. Would I sleep after all? I guess not.
Well then, fuck you, fuck you very much.
I got up, went to the bathroom, washed my face, brushed my teeth and dealt with it. No sleep for me, no sleep.
And that's the end of the story. The message is simple. Don't let noisy people sleep in the same room with you. Word!