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Insomnia

by  rmol1950

Posted: Saturday, July 7, 2007
Word Count: 204
Summary: Hello again everybody. I've been away awhile but keen to get back to writing. Here is my contribution to the week 67 challenge.




He stood naked at the open window, forehead pressed against the cool glass, feeling dull and heavy after a restless sleep in the hot airless room. The cold air was good on his damp skin and he opened his eyes to the milky light of a huge rising moon. Lunar craters glittered like jewels in the clear cold night and he smiled at the sheer beauty of it.
A bat flickered in and out of the shadows and an owl screeched. Then a long moan came from beneath the duvet on the bed behind him.
‘I’m coooooold.’
‘How can you be cold wrapped in a bloody arctic quilt with the central heating on full blast?’
‘Come to bed. You’ll freeze.’
‘I’m trying to cool down.’
‘If you didn’t thrash around like a maniac you wouldn’t get too hot. I swear you’re going to murder me in your sleep one night. What were you dreaming about tonight anyway?’
‘I was probably saving you from a fate worse than death.’
Tousled blond hair and one eye appeared from beneath the duvet. ‘What’s that then?’
‘I’ll get back into bed and show you in a minute.’
She chuckled. ‘In your dreams. Don’t you realise we’re thermally incompatible.’