Written up one night when I awoke from a rather nasty dream. It didn’t seem real, but when I woke up, it seemed that the noise would never end. Like the screeching of nails on a chalk board. And then I looked up at the ceiling fan and realized that it was the ceiling fan.
Why me?
Why would it always happen to me?
Why me?
Why won’t it just go away?
Why me?
That annoying sound. What could it be?
Why me?
When will that sound ever end?
Why me?
Why can’t I just sit in peace?
Why me?
Why can’t I just sit in tranquility?
Why me?
Why must that noise continue?
Why me?
Will it ever end?
Of course that sound will end.
Just close your eyes.
Just close your eyes and dream.
Just close your eyes and you will see.
Peace and tranquility in your dreams.
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