I actually wrote this challenge at about midnight, so what I want you to do is write whatever you want, BUT write it like it's the middle of the night and you're exhausted. Toss in a few spelling errors, repeat words or sentences, etc. Or, you can go for the genuine experience and write something in the middle of the night :) I look forward to seeing your entries!

dehydration headache

summer nights and crickets singing the horrible scritchy little tunes. the air sticks like flypaper to my lungs like my legs stick to each other. i roll onto my back and stick my limbs out wide and wonder if i've ever been so aware of every inch of my skin. the fitted or the flat sheet which ever hugs the mattress is damp but not cool. the air (have i mentioned the air) is also damp and even less cool. it is like the fine sheen of sweat coating me. i glimmer in the moonlight streaming in through the window.

it's midnight or the middle of the night or at least its dark and the moon is up up up and awake and i'm stuck still away. my eyelids are heavy and the air (i must've mentioned the air) is heavy and maybe i'm sweating from the wieght of the world. midnight is ghosting hour or witching hour or something sppooky and in october it might be cooler or if someone would degin to haunt me i've heard ghost s give you chills and i doulc use a chill right about now sir if you please. if i die i'll haunt my friends all summer call that free airconditoing.

my weak wheezy laugh is a breath of stale air into more stale air (the air in case i haven't made it clear)