My head in the pillow, I try to sleep, then I hear familiar voices; I wait for them to deliver their lines before I try locating their whereabouts. When I'm very lucky I do remember where I heard that specific line or which person does it belong to.. the worst lines are those I can't identify, they make me go through a book in my head. I spent years making that book and I still haven't encountered those voices. Today it was the sound of my father laughing a joke. I think the joke was on me.