The Poor Rich Man

Sleep came difficult.

Between tossing myself back and forth doing all I could to ignore the throbbing in my bones, and stuffing pillows into my ears trying to drown out the overzealous whoopings from directly beneath the floorboards... let's just say a chronic insomniac would have had a better time counting his sheeps than I did at that moment.

But being the big boy of great resilience that I was, I toughed it out.

Now, I don't exactly remember just how long it took for the sandman to come lull me into dreamland... granted, no one does, it's the waking up part that we all remember.

And in this case... I don't think I'll ever fucking forget it.

Something boomed from somwhere.

Snapping my eyes wide open like a zombie in a horror movie jumpscare. The boom was loud, not shotgun loud, not heavy metal concert - nope, it's as if someone decided my room was the perfect testing grounds for nuclear explosion experiments.