Ever have one of those mornings where all you wanted was to sleep but its the one morning where it seems the whole world is against you and sleeping is just not possible? Welcome to my world. This morning was or is the worst yet. Im usually awoken by the sounds of the maid in the laundry which my room is a part of. That I can usually handle, I just roll over in my most uncomfortable bed and the noise becoms intergrated into my dreams which actually arnt dreams but thoughts. To dream is to sleep and sleep eludes me.

 

What made this morning the worst yet was the sound of someone whistling. It wasnt a nice tune that I could perhaps intergrate into a dream but a short two second riff that was being used to train one of the birds, atleast that's my guess, why else would someone continually repeat the same 2 second melody? My head was starting to grind and thoughts of picking up one of the birds and throwing it into a feathery explosion against a wall and then beheading the whistler filled my mind.

 

I waited two minutes but what seemed like two years for the whistler to cease before pulling out my defense, ear plugs! The problem with ear plugs is they never bring silence, just a reduction in sound. And just above the muffled sounds of the maid the whistling piereced my headspace, Noooo! Thinking it was maybe all in my head I waited another two minutes, but that first note of the monotonous tune kept breaking through! Time for plan B.

 

I reached over to my trusty iPod and plugged in, wedging the headphones behind the earplugs. I had reached the world of music. Finally an escape. But of course this was not my morning. Soon the discomfort of resting my head on the pillow with my ears stuffed kicked in and all the tossing and turning solved nothing.

 

Removing the earplugs free'd up my ears and allowed me to drift to the music. But drifting is not sleeping and as long as the music played I knew I wouldnt get a wink. It had been a good 15 or 20 minutes, surely the whistler had moved on to better pastures...

 

Disconnecting from the iPod I was soothed by the solitary sounds of the maid. My mind eased, sleep was at hand! But then.. The whistler sensing my return continued, this time serenading me with random blowings. No set tune, not even for two seconds. Instead an up down melody constantly changing and constantly feuling the crescendo in my mind that would have me crash into temporary insanity if something wasnt done.  

 

Conceding defeat I gave up the fight for sleep and arose to face the day, 5 hours will be enough...