can´t go to sleep

It´s 3:00am. Sleep seems impossible. I shouldn´t have drank so much mate. Just finished reading Sputnik Sweethearts by Murakami. Don´t know what I think about it yet. Listening to a song about a woman made of Mercury now. My mind is racing. There are people downstairs having 100 conversations about the same thing. The ocean is outside. The tide is moving with the moon. I got sand in my ears. Tonight I wanna pretend that I´m sleeping inside a seashell. Tomorrow I don´t want to talk to anyone. I wanna sit Indian-style, in the sand, with a beer. I don´t want to fall asleep before the sun climbs over the clouds. If I do, I want my dreams to have pianos. I want to sleep inside a seashell, dream in silver and ceylon, a thousand pianos will play in the background, the woman made of Mercury will appear, and I will wake to the smell of the ocean, just as the sun stumbles over the clouds.