Stoned

You wake up from slumber, in a deep stupor. You don't know what woke you up, but sleepy, tired, stoned as you are, you can't fall asleep no more. You sit upright at the corner of your bed, eyes closed, brain halfway between a comatose state and a remember-thon. Slivers of memories regarding that person surfaces in your mind and submerges just as quickly. You vaguely remember that person's face in your stoned state, and that is all you can think of, with your mind blank as it is. Slowly, your mind's engine starts whirring, the face in your mind, sketchy at first, slowly begins to take shape. You open your eyes, you stare at nothing in particular, eyes glazed, but your mind is elsewhere.
You finally get awake enough to get ready for work, study, play, whatever the day has planned for you. You go to your destination, you do what you were supposed to do, and you go home. Throughout this entire process, that person is always at the back of your mind. You find out that you find everything and anything sorta relates to that person. You close your eyes for a painful moment, and you go on with your daily routine.

You finally go to sleep, in the middle of the silent night. And in the humming of the air conditioning unit installed right outside your closed window, in the deafening silence of the night, your thoughts once again, turn to that person, as you cry yourself to sleep once again, just like the many other nights before.