Experiences of Bedtime-1

After a long dry spell of not posting anything for a long time because of my boards, I’m back!! I wrote his way back in January but never got the time to post it.

It’s already 3:00 AM, and once again, my sleep is a few hours late, arriving very early, in the coldest January night in a place like India. But then again, time is a raging sea of randomness.
All this time, there is a certain sound that has distracted me. You can relate it to so many other sounds, but can never quite put your finger on it.
The sound is like water from a tap falling on a cement floor, only way crispier, say like a rough metallic object being dragged on a road or an equally rough surface, or maybe a miniature Ferris wheel with rusty joints. So many analogies, none precise enough.
It’s only natural for a bored mind, waiting to board the train to Sleeping Town from Insomnia City to observe such noises. The sound is intriguing as to what it really is, but as to why it is all the more engrossing.
Maybe the incessantly barking dog knows something about it, or the dear neighbourhood ghost has found a way to keep us all awake. Maybe it is just the one-eyed gardener mowing his lawn or my train finally arriving like it has been for the past few hours.
Given the curiosity of my mind, I would remove the protection of my blanket and walk up to my window, pull the curtains aside and peer into the darkness. But, my laziness forbids me to do so, leaving this sound a mystery for another night.