No Sleep for the Wicked Huh?

At least, that's how it felt, at this late hour.

The digital clock by your bedside reads 1:32 PM

Another sleepless night, one of many these days.

You didn't know how it started, but it did, and now every night, you struggle to fall asleep.

It could've been stress, maybe a bad diet, or maybe some genetic problem.

Either way, your passage to the dream realm had been cut short, and now everything was worse for it; you felt sluggish every day, tired, and you dozed off regularly even during the day. It was pretty crappy in the most simple way.

Your body and mind were a wreck, and you felt your sanity slowly slip day by day.

You had tried everything to stop it, meditation, medication, melatonin, and music, as well as many other alliterations. None had been fruitful, all of them leaving you still awake in the morning, exhaustedly watching the sun rise, and the rays peek over your blinds

At this point, you were out of ideas and bored out of your mind.

Losing attention slowly, you pushed yourself out from your bed, sliding the covers off to reach for the alarm clock, gently taking the black rectangular prism and inspecting it, The red light of the digital numbers displaying the time softly glowing in the dark with a deep crimson.

You noticed a switch and a slide on the back end of it, a radio feature, you guessed.

might as well, right?

Do people even still listen to Radio?

Nonetheless, you pressed your thumb against the switch, the soft sound of white noise static filling the room, the presence was almost a little calming as you heard the analogue hiss of empty frequencies

Slowly, you pushed your thumb up and down the slider, catching snippets and bites of the music and voices that played out from its speakers.

As you scroll through, you pick up a sound that suddenly catches your attention. The melodic sounds snatching you from your insomniac stupor.

Quickly, you turned the slider back, and the music returned to the room. The strums of a guitar and base, the slow and passionate rhythmic taps of a drum, and the ever-gentle calls of a saxophone softly cascaded over you. It sounded elegant, refined, gentle, like the slow movements of a deep ocean, waning and waxing on a beach

You couldn't help but be captivated by this music; you had never heard it, or this radio channel before. Looking at the slider, you noticed that it was stuck right between 93.7 and 93.8.

You appreciated the music for a moment, swaying your head to the steady rhythm of the tune.

The track leisurely began to soften and tone down, the beautiful song coming to an end.

You felt a little empty, as the song ended, left wanting more.

But that all changed, just a moment later.

You heard the most marvelous sound ever, a sound that would change your life forever, that would set you on a different track for the rest of eternity.

His Voice

"Anndd that was Dreamflower, by Tarika Blue, Folks, a magnificent tune. Coming up next, somethin' a little more Modern for you lovely people... This is 93.777, Sleeptalk FM, and I'm your host, Mr Sandman; keepin' you company."

It was, perfect.

From his deep and warm voice, carrying words like the early summer breeze, to his subtle, unidentifiable accent, to the gentle and compassionate tone of his voice, cradling your ears gently in invisible arms.

For the first time, you felt, sleepy. Not tired, not exhausted, sleepy.

You lay back in your bed, closing your eyes, immersing yourself as the next track came on, a beautiful mix of synthesizers and vocals. You could feel yourself waiting for the voice

And it came back, as the song faded.

"That was Nights Like This. Thank you for stayin' with me, folks; its time for a little climate check-in.. It's currently 2:00 PM, and it's lookin' like we're gettin' a little rain in an hour, just some light showers. The perfect time to doze off.."

"For all of those still with us, we'll be taking calls now for requests or if you just wanna chat... Our Number is +7 777-777-7777."