The sun was going down over Farmington.
The Cow sat up in it's bed, unable to fall asleep.
“What's bothering you?” asked The Snake.
“Oh I don't know,” said The Cow.
“It's just, I can't seem to calm my mind.”
“Well you should work on that, a sleepless night is a wasted one” explained The Snake, rolling over.
“I'm not sure about that, sometimes I think of wonderful new words in the time i'd normally sleep” argued The Cow.
“That may be, but you are only human, you need your sleep.”
The Cow laid down in their bed.
“Maybe you’re right, I’ll try and sleep”
“Good”
Some time passed.
The snake was fast asleep but Cow still tossed and turned, voices flooded their mind.
The voices would not be quieted, they kept speaking to The Cow, they spoke of death, of life, of everything.
Cow had no idea what to do.
“You’re going to die.” hissed one voice.
“No one will ever love you.” whispered another.
The Cow shook their head, vainly trying to rattle the voices into silence.
Nothing seemed to work.
The Cow screamed.
The Snake snapped to attention.
“Are you alright?!”
“Yeah, sorry, bad dream.” Lied The Cow
“God, okay, are you sure you’re alright?” Asked The Snake
“Yes, sorry, go back to sleep”
“Okay”
Snake went back to sleep, but The Cow kept turning.
The Cow wished they could tell The Snake how they really felt.
How everything seemed so far away, how everything was foggy, how the darkness seemed impenetrable, alas.
“Sorry” The Cow whispered to a hypothetical version of The Snake.
“What?” asked The Snake, in a sleepy haze.
“Nothing.” Cow said.
“Okay.” said The Snake.