The Night Flies

On the days I had trouble reaching morning

Short Story - By Minh Mai

The night is silent, with nothing else but the blur sound of my white fan breezing towards my bed as one of my feet peeked out from my blanket tickling at the fan's wind. I had a decently bright lamp on, it was a small room, only big enough for two of myself to fit across. My eyes half open, searching for the senseless feeling of sleep, but came empty handed. The clock ticks loudly every time I think about falling into slumber, as if it was trying to keep me awake. Every time I closed my eyes they always happened to open without me realizing it. Oh sleepless night, how I wished that if only I was a bit more comfortable in my bed, which was only big enough to roll back and forth once before being at the edge of falling down the floor. As I gave up I started thinking about irrelevant things in life, about how things could have gone, about what I should've done and said in the grayest days. Regret crawled back towards me as I attempt to avoid making eye contact with it, but I can still feel it grasping on my shoulders and holding me down. It was heavy, but as I was overrun by thoughts I came across many images and scenes, both realistic and fictional at the same time...
The sound of birds had woken me up, as I wondered why it was so bright outside at this time of day.

Author's Note

I am asian so I have bad grammar and possibly punctuation so please don't hold back and point out any mistakes I have made. Thank You for your time