Stream of Conscienceness

My head thrusted up from the pillow as I impatiently blurted out some freshly brewed sleeptalking jargon. The overhead light was shining especially bright, the clock read 4 am and my body was displaying all the physical signs of annoyance on the verge of full blown anger. My heart is beating rapidly, all my hair seems to be on end, my skin almost has an itch clinging to it, I am worked up to the point where something needs to, no had to be released. I´m really not happy with someone who I believe is in the process of nagging me unmercilessly about something I apparently find completely irrelevant, or could possibly have a very strong conviction for - I can't be certain. Why is my light on? I must have fallen asleep reading. Not having a bedside lamp really is a pain in the ass. Why does that thing have to be so damn bright? And what the hell did I just say? Something about 'Would you just leave it alone' or 'Why don't you go fly a kite' or 'Please God, shut the hell up' or...Whew, I haven't been this aggitated in a while. Is it worth it to walk to the bathroom, I really gotta take a piss. I guess I gotta get up to turn off that light, but the bathroom seems so much farther away. Damn that thing is bright. I will just decide about the can while I am up turning off the light. Oh yeah, I definitely gotta go - its gonna be nice too. I wonder why that dream got me going so much? Maybe its just a little too chill or worry-free in this place and I was in need of an anger fix. Mmm hmm, this was definitely worth getting out of bed for. Then again, that book could be getting to my head - homeboy in it is having trouble differentiating between the real world and dream world. Man it really is a whacky read, I wonder if sitting in a well really is that good for a ponder? Good God that was a wonderful pee! Maybe I was angry because I had to pee so bad, but surely that wouldn't make me that mad. Nah, I bet it was this light, why isn't there something to soften the glare of that bare bulb, some kind of glass fixture or I bet I could take that oriental style paper like deal from upstairs. Now that is what I'm talking about! No pesky full bladder, no blinding bright miserable light, this pillow is doing exactly what it should be doing and I still got 3 more hours to snooze. Uh huh, uh huh, its gonna be some sweet, sweet sleep. What if all this sand is what triggered my little verbal outburst? I just put these sheets on 6 hours ago, but yep, I am sure of it there is sand everywhere. Damn, and I forgot to brush off my feet before I jumped up here. There has to be some easy way to get it all out. Brushing it off doesn't seem to do the trick, I could get up and flip the sheet over but ofcourse that will never happen. Maybe I will figure out why I am pissed off if I go back to sleep, surely something to get that worked up over hasn't left my subconscience yet. But I wonder, is it possible to be just a little too content and my mind and body are just craving some conflict. Seems strange to crave such things but I suppose you can't really enjoy the easy times without a bit a aggitation from time to time to level things out----------