<-- Midnight Circus -->

You could call it a midnight circus, but you'd be lying. 'Cause nothing scary ever happens at midnight. That's just urban legand. For me, anyways.

It all happens later than that. Y'know, 'round 1:30 all the way 'till 4:59. The worst is around two. 'Cause that's when you want so badly, yes, oh so badly, to be able to sleep, but the world around you just won't let you.

The other night was one of the worst ones yet. I'm going insane, yes, I no longer doubt that, and I'm seriously contemplating trying to get TAPS to investigate. They might do it, if I show them my blog and tell them my tales. Like I tell you.

Whoever you are. You probably think I'm crazy.

You're probably right.

Anyways, it's not a midnight circus. It's a circus, but a cirque de la lune. Circus of the moon.

I lay back in my bed, staring straight at the ceiling. The the that's worst is that I can hear everything, see everything, all as it happens. All as it unfolds upon itself.

My fabric pencil case is strewn across a pile of junk on my bookshelf which is just to the right of my bed. It's perfectly stable, up 'till that point I had no reason to believe it would fall. But it did. Every few minutes, I'd hear a little scratching noise, the sound of canvas being pulled across a pile'a crap. I could hear, yes, hear the zipper quivering. Then it fell. Just like that. I saw it slide to the ground.

I didn't want to keep watching, I wanted to close my eyes. But the sad part of that is that it's like losing a sense. You take away one sense, another one steps up, stronger than ever. Then I could hear more, the voices got louder.

I have one of those lamps that's real tall and has the different coloured shades, like, I dunno, five of 'em I think. They bend, you can adjust their positions easily.

Apparently too easily. Easy enough so that out of the corner of my eye, I could see the one lit bulb bobbing around. Just a little bit up, just a little bit down, now slightly to the right.

My head was fighting the idea of it, trying to bring back just a wee bit of sanity that no longer lie there. No...no, no, NO! But whatever it was wasn't listening, just kept moving it around.

Funny, I don't remember falling asleep that night. But when I woke up, it was five. I love five in the morning, love how at exactly five the birds wake up and they chirp so loud as the sun comes up, how they get audibly quieter when it's later in the morning.

But I didn't go out to see the sun rise.