Sleep At Last
Dire Straits met Rosie in her kitchen, wearing only a pair of Spandex boxer shorts.
As friends, they had gone to Hammond, IN to see the UFO Convention. There they
were amazed by exhibits about lunar craters and wormholes, as well as how some
scientists advocated using nuclear waste as a new type of rocket fuel.
Afterward, they went to wine and dine at Tid-Bits, a bar and grill where Dire had once
did a gig as a DJ.
Tonight, however, Rosie was bothered by insomnia. Whatever medicine she took to try
to alleviate it just left her drifting in pain.
When Dire came in, he reminded her of her appointment the next day with two vacuum
salesmen. "Perhaps it's your nervousness about that meeting that is keeping you awake", he
said.
"You may be right Dire, and the running around today didn't help any. I'll call them to
reschedule the appointment."
They sat down on the sofa to watch some TV, and Rosie nodded off to sleep during a
commercial for the new Listerine soaked tissue.
Copyright © Daniel Cwiak | Year Posted 2010
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