Sublime Motion

The night finally came, but the relief from the heat hasn't. I turn over in bed because sleep isn't coming either. The ceiling fan is on high and the air seems to be moving again. A truck passes underneath the window, and guns the engine, and the light on the computer blinks over and over in its bright blue; illuminating the side of the refridgerator in bursts. My mind races as I roll over again. It's half past midnight but sleep evades me still. Perhaps a drink will slow my mind, at least enough to sleep, if not rest.