Tonight I'm Gonna Get Some...

Tonight I'm going to get some.  I just know it.

When you're a kid, and you listen carefully when they least expect it, you hear adults murmuring about not getting enough. How deprived they are.  Of course you don't understand - you don't really get what they keep talking about.

When you're a teenager, you get plenty of it, there's no such thing as enough.  Any time of day, any time of night - works for you.  And then of course your mom busts into your bedroom and ruins everything.

As an adult, things ease off.  You are getting a civilized amount - if required, you can go without for a day or two, but never more than that.  You're able to get as much as you feel you need.

Then come the desperate years when all of the sudden, you're getting NONE.  A snatched bit here & there, but the void - the lack - becomes your total obsession.  You find yourself thinking about it all day, all night.  Sometimes you think you honestly might do it right there on the street - it's that bad.

They're intense, those years.  But it eases off, the obsession, and before you know it, you're getting enough some weeks, not enough in others.  You understand you won't die if you don't get it, but you also understand now there is nothing else under the sun that makes you lust in the same way.

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I'm talking about sleep.  You got that, right? I'm talking about sleep.  Get your minds out of the gutter.

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This post is linked as part of Momalom's Five for Ten series - the fourth prompt was, obviously, LUST.