Sleep, the lost lover.

Around 9 p.m I thought I was going to be asleep soon, oh how wrong I was. I laid in bed, eyes wide awake. I had tried the usual tricks that would help me fall asleep, sadly none of them seem to work nowadays. 

I went for a shower thinking that it might help me relax, and quite possibly help me find my way in the land of slumber. Wrong again. I thought I would go for a drive, but wait let's put on a cologne. Sea notes, they might help me relax at this hour as I reached out for the trusted navy blue bottle designed like a bamboo, a few sprays over the wrists. I would enjoy the occasional whiffs as I drive myself in the dead of the night. It should feel relaxing,  those were my thoughts. The sound of the diesel engine pierced through the silence of the night, a counted few cars on the roads; Yes this is actually relaxing. 

Nearing midnight, I remembered I am supposed to be at work in the morning and this journey needs to come to an end. I came back, but has anything changed? No, I am still wide awake, sleep eludes me for now. But I have a couple of hours till the dawn. It will eventually come to me, like a lost and tired lover. 

Maybe I have not written in a while, I should try that. There was a bar of chocolate on the table, I thought this might help with the creativity. Maybe I had better expectations as to how it would taste this late in the night, or let's put it in a better way, this early in the morning. 

I have kept the window open with the thoughts that perhaps the fresh air would help me spark some creativity. I think it has not helped much, this is just a rant. I make my way to the prized collection of colognes. Cologne, the term sound grander, more composed and refined compared to the word "Aftershave". 

I want to smell the notes which would be full of depth and flavoured with complexity, the relaxing notes have not been able to help me. Maybe the notes of cumin, cognac with incense and leather would help stir the bottle of creativity. The translucent bottle of overture man, one spray and it feels so good. A warm embrace, but wait, could some leather help more. A strong leather note from the bottle of cuir with hints of violet. 

At this moment, it would be very interesting if I could walk on the Mall Road in Lahore, in  the setting of the late 1950s or the early 1960s. A whiff from the wrists and I feel these two colognes could actually help me delve so deep in creativity that I might finally be able to find the lost and tired lover, I mean "sleep"

It does not sound like a bad idea to be living in the Lahore of 1950s or 1960s for a night, I think the lost lover is finally finding her way to me now, come dear sleep, we only have a few hours together.