I’m in for a treat today.
Not often does my lovely home in The Valley of the Sun get a gloomy day that isn’t part of a dust storm or violent monsoon. Might even get some god damn rain.
It’s the perfect kind of day to put on a pot of coffee and sit back with a nice book, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to do take advantage of that today. I got less than three hours of sleep, have some time-sensitive obligations.
I’m not sure the coffee will even work.
Last night, the wife and I got home from our local watering-hole around midnight. Usually, on a work night, we’d both settle in to our nightly routines and be conked out around 1 AM at the latest.
I shouldn’t have turned on the television.
Naturally, the station was set to the Investigation Discovery Channel, and we just happened to catch the start of a documentary about stalkers. It touched on a variety of them, but the program kicked off with the story about Christina Grimmie.
Sad and scary shit. You can read about her HERE.
My wife has this personal rule: No fucked up documentaries, movies, shows, etc. after 10 PM for her. She has stuck with that rule for as long as we have been together (pushing a decade), but even she was enthralled by it.
So it’s about 1 AM and the show is about to end, until they a announce a Part Two where they confront some of the stalkers we’ve learned about in the previous hour…
Let’s just say I didn’t lay my head down until close to 2:30 AM.
Now, I’m not one to have nightmares or bad dreams, but last night was different. I was in that void somewhere between asleep, aware, and awake — never fully reaching a complete restful state. The whole night, I had the feeling that someone was watching me through my window. I had little dream blurbs where this same person (which I never saw, but felt their presence) was observing me doing the daily mundane things do.
Then my alarm went off at 6 AM, I went to work, and now I currently want to die.
Silver-lining: I think I got a pretty good story idea out of it.
Which means I’m gonna jam my gloomy day tunes and do a little writing sprint to get the gist of the story down.
But first! Everything needs a soundtrack.
This is the soundtrack to my gloomy days. Let the thunderous lows dig themselves deep into your gut and the eerie, but beautiful, vocals pockmark your flesh with goosebumps while the foreboding melodies extract the creativity from your brain.