I Can't Sleep!

story for week 8 of the microfiction challenge

My eyes won’t stay closed. Even in the dark night I see the image of him falling over the railing into the deep dark waters. My life will never be the same. I can hear him screaming in the night for me to catch him. I can’t even throw him a rope.

Sleep won’t come ever again. Even if it did I would see the same nightmare as my waking hours. The churning of dark waters swallowing him whole. Ending his screams and his life only for the fall to begin again. Is this grief-built insomnia or is it hell?


Prompt ▶︎

Week #8 Prompt:
INSOMNIA