Notifications

Sometimes, when I want to go to sleep, I look at the ceiling. Inches from my face. And it keeps flashing. Green, then nothing. Then green. Then nothing. Like a notification. You have mail. Someone commented on your aimless public rambling. You got +1’d by someone in your circles. This isn’t on the internet. This is real. This is a life notification. Does that have a positive or negative connotation? Neither? Both? What does it mean? You forgot something today. You hurt somebody. You’ve caused irreparable damage to another human being. You left your clothes in the wash. You did a good deed. You helped someone. You’re ruining your life. You could be more. You have an assignment due this week. You aren’t allowed to sleep right now. Flashing. Green, then nothing. Then green. Then nothing. Like a friend trying to keep you awake. Or a captor preventing you from escaping torture into a dream. Is it real? Really? Is it in my head? I initially was worried that my pupils were just rapidly expanding and contracting. Then I caught the green. That’s what gave it away. It’s a green light. My coffee machine has an unset clock that flashes until you set it. I hate my coffee maker. I hope it never stops flashing. Ever.