Zombie Village

After a very eventful early morning(the 3 a.m. earthquake)
I was unable to fall asleep. I tried to push the thought of aftershocks out of my head to no avail.
What if that 3.7 tremor was just the beginning of something bigger?
I tossed and turned for 3 more hours trying to use every method in the "Insomniac's Book" hoping to find the map to Dreamland. I never made it.
So here I am in a different place called "Somewhere in between Slumber Town and AwakeVille"
I think it's now called "Zombie Village". (The other name was too long to remember)
Zombie Village isn't a fancy place but it is amusing. First of all, the landscape is terrific. Since no one here can really see straight, it all blurs together, kind of like a Van Gogh painting.
There are 7-11's, Starbucks, and close to 1 million cafes and coffee joints in Zombie Village.
There are no cars since no one here is awake enough to operate a vehicle. And all the gas pumps have been converted to coffee pumps. You can get Regular Joe for 99¢ a gallon. I usually opt for the Premium Express-O.
Depending on what stage of sleeplessness you are in, you might have the capacity to hold a conversation with another traveler. (Unfortunately, there are permanent residents, but most are passerbys just trying to make it through.)
The majority of conversation makes absolutely no sense and half the words are slurred. It's too hard not to laugh when you're in this deliriousness. Most of the time I'm laughing at myself because I know what I'm saying is random and aimless. But other times, I can't hold back the down right rude burst of uncontrollable cackling .
This one guy, I think his name was Harry or Larry, maybe it was Garry; (anyway something with an "Arry"),
just told me that he put his Volvo in the microwave to fix the radio and that his neighbor who was a professional bull rider would take it out for a test drive...At least I think that's what he said.♥M