Last Night

I couldn't really sleep last night.

I mean, I fell asleep, but a part of me was awake too.

I ate some baked beans mixed with grilled chicken, a can of tuna, and some pasta for dinner.
It was an experiment. A bad one.

That was half the reason I couldn't sleep.
The other half was stupid really.

I don't live in a good part of Philadelphia (from what I heard, not from what I believe honestly).

Last night, I thought about this news story I saw back in Baltimore about this little girl who was murdered by a stray bullet entering her home, while she was sleep.
A shoot-out broke in her neighborhood and the shots were just ricocheting everywhere.
Through concrete and plaster, this one bullet pierced...

This sleep, little girl. Gone.

When I first moved into this place, I was worried about that happening to me.
I couldn't sleep fine for a couple of days and then I stopped worrying.

That was the first time in a long time I thought about it happening..

And I couldn't call anyone to tell me how crazy I sounded.
Even though it isn't really crazy, more improbable at the time, I suppose.
Little lies at night, to tuck me in are what I need some time.

Sometimes I laugh at myself.

 Later Days, Longer Nights