Peculiar Sensation

Night is pending. Not even the most anxious can avoid time.
Day after day I dread the death of nothing that the night spawns.
The TV becomes my best friend~ a window of light in the abyss.
Old TV shows are brighter than the new. Tonight I choose
The Andy Griffith Show. I put my earphones in, and turn the
volume down, (on the off chance sleep embraces me) and I embrace
my fate. I watch. It's strange. I feel a peculiar force tugging
at the corners of my mouth. The opposite of gravity. A sensation
that pulls upward. I had forgotten the feeling. I laugh inside,
but for a different reason than my body is currently reacting to.
It seems even the most sleep-deprived, fear stricken, low in life,
invalids can't keep themselves from smiling at the infamous

Don Knotts