Apple Juice

I cant sleep
I never can
10 pm or 2 am, my eyes are never tired
There is no particular reason for the nonexistent staples that hold them open
The dull glow of the screen reflects in my eyes
As my version of entertainment bides the time
The passing hours often make me thirsty
And at those times I thank God for the mini fridge in my room
The fridge I asked for for my birthday over and over again years ago
Completely disregarding how unnecessary and irrational it was
But as I put my lips to the bottle and the magic cascades past my lips
I know exactly why my mind was so set on having it
During those nights when sleep evades my every reach
Apple juice makes everything better