Confessions of an Insomniac

I have had visions during those brief spells of sleep that I occasionally get, where I step into a dimly lit room and face a mirror in which I see a reflection of a dog, a big black dog staring back at me .The dream then slowly dissolves into reality and I land back to my wonderland called Insomnia. That black dog is enchanted by the night, by the mystery it holds. He reminds me about how fictitious and magical the night is contrary to the factual and monotonous day. He walks by my side into the innumerable realms of thoughts I tread during the unfortunate hours of the night and during the empty hours of the day I am left alone. He remains dormant. Maybe, he’s taking his time for another night of activity. Many a time, I have been chased by him, even attacked brutally at times with vicious rage due to his inherent sense of territorial possession. I have been asked quite a number of times to get rid of him, to see the last of him but I, I would refrain from doing that because I need that black dog in my life .I need him to rescue me back from those unfathomable chasms of insanity life sometimes puts me in. I still need the black dog however bad, brutal or ugly it is.