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What’s that noise?

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What’s that noise?

More Random Thoughts of a Sleepless Mind

Random thought #3284

2am
Windy out there tonight.
Front windows are rattling, usually means the winds pushing 80kph
Gusts will be higher
Damn that rattle is getting worse, wish I could find out what it is.
Now it’s the outside blinds rattling.
Oh it’s easing down
Nope, it’s not.
Now it’s the roof creaking.
Wow that’s a hell of a gust
What was that noise?
Sounds like it was the door to the garage.
Must be George.
Graceful as ever I see.
Hi George, long time no see.
What are you up to?
Just visiting?
Look George I don’t mind ghosts visiting during the night, but have some courtesy and shut the door behind you.
Hang on a second, why does a ghost need to open the door in the first place?

Ghost

Random thought #139

Oh great another sleepless night, why do I keep doing this?
If only the voices in my head would say ‘go to sleep’ instead of ‘stay awake in case you miss something.’
Oh no I’m not going to sing Aerosmith again.
Maybe it’s time for some country music.
Adam Harvey is on my music player, but I’ll have to be careful not to sing out loud or I might get a smack in the head for being so corny.

We go out to a party somewhere
The moment we walk in the door
People stop and everybody stares
She don’t know what they’re staring for

I do, I know why they’re staring and it’s not because of the monkey that’s standing beside you.
The monkey stares just as often.

She don’t know she’s beautiful
Never crossed her mind
She don’t know she’s beautiful
No she’s not that kind
She don’t know she’s beautiful
But time and time I told her so

That’s why I love her, because she doesn’t think about it, doesn’t focus on it.
Another reason is because when I do tell her she palms it off like I’m some kind of blind fool.
But she can’t stop me thinking it.

Oops don’t sing too loud and wake her.

Here she comes just walking down the street
And someone let’s a whistle out
A girl like her she don’t just see
What the fuss is all about

The whistle was me, no one else heard it and I got a smack for it.
Not for being cheeky but for being silly!
Apparently it’s silly to show a little appreciation for a good sight

She don’t know she’s beautiful
Never crossed her mind
She don’t know she’s beautiful
No she’s not that kind
She don’t know she’s beautiful
Oh but time and time I told her so

It crosses my mind al the time
Especially when I lay here awake watching her sleep

Morning comes and she’s up out of bed
That’s when she thinks she looks the worst
But times like that
She don’t know why
I don’t take my eyes of her

It’s an amazing sight. I don’t care about make up. I don’t even care about bed hair
That look that is somewhere between ‘hello I’m here’ and ‘I’m still asleep and in dreamland’
The look that seems to say ‘I’m going to chew the head off the next person that crosses me.’
It’s the cutest of looks that I just can’t help myself I have to cross the path.
Do you do it on purpose?

She don’t know she’s beautiful
Never crossed her mind
She don’t know she’s beautiful
No she’s not that kind
She don’t know she’s beautiful
Oh but time and time I told her so

She don’t know she’s beautiful
Never crossed her mind
She don’t know she’s beautiful
No she’s not that kind
She don’t know she’s beautiful
Oh but time and time I told her so

I hope I’ve told her often enough.
I hope I haven’t just thought it
But it’s the thought that counts isn’t it?

2 Comments

  1. In the thick darkness of the night, that too when it is raining and the wind is howling, I enjoy being in the company of friends who have a fund of stories about ghosts.

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