Is it 3 am and you’re awake again? Are you unable to get comfortable, unable to wind down without something helping you along the way? Do you find yourself reaching for the thing you know you shouldn’t? This is perfectly normal. The speed and complexity of living cannot be argued. It also cannot be done without a little uptake time and conscious choices. At a certain point, there is no one else responsible for our sleep, joy, sadness or experiences. Are you ready to shift your sleep through breath and finally get a good nights sleep?
Fuck this shit, Evelyn thought as she placed the brochure back on the bed. Someone had left in her pigeon hole. And by someone, she knew it was Linda from HR. She’d seen Evelyn smoking a joint at the work Christmas party. Linda should have been a guidance councillor in a school for all the good she was worth and the pamphlet was worth even less. She reached for the blue ice cream tub she kept her pipe, papers and the rest of the necessary pieces in. Pragmatically, she knew it would only cost her $8 to get back to sleep. The people running on the back of the brochure smiled at her before she covered them in her escape.
From the other side of the alleyway and three floors up, Kevin watches from his balcony. He has been home for half an hour after handing the keys over and is smoking a cigarette before bed. It isn’t entirely voyeuristic, more of a habit formed out of a lack of late-night appropriate hobbies. Tonight, his 3 am woman is fighting with a pamphlet. She picks it up and puts it down more than he does his cigarette but it is something to watch while he picks at his toenails. His navy uniform is almost faded to grey and his hair is following in close succession. At least the stars are out and he can blow smoke across the sky and imagine himself god. Kevin goes inside and gets the ice cream from the freezer and returns to his perch and 3 am lonely love.
No one was paying attention to the screen in the corner. The handsome security guard lamenting over the moon garnered no attention from the two semi-passed out in the corner. The clock at the edge of the screen ticked over to 3:00 am and the girl rolled over and stopped the movie with the spacebar. She kept the screen on for the light to climb through the mess to the bathroom. On the way back, she took the equivalent of $8 sleeping tablet hits of the bong. She curled into the man she’d loved like this for years and pressed the space bar.