Peculiar Sensation

Night is pending. Not even the most anxious can avoid time. Day after day I dread the the death of nothing that the night spawns. The TV becomes my best friend~ a window of light in the abyss. Old TV shows are brighter than the new. Tonight I choose The Andy Griffith Show. I put my earphones in, and turn the volume down (on the off chance sleep embraces me) and I embrace my fate. I watch. It's strange. I feel a peculiar force tugging at the corners of my mouth. The opposite of gravity. A sensation that pulls upward. I had forgotten the feeling. I laugh inside, but for a different reason than my body is currently reacting to. It seems even the most sleep-deprived, fear stricken low in life sickos can't keep themselves from smiling at the infamous Don Knotts