5 minute writing exercise

Ever since the full moon, I seem to be losing larger and larger amounts of time.  Last night I awoke in a cold sweat and a puddle of blood on my living room floor.  The echoes of screams silently and sweetly singing like a monster's lullaby.  I pray for them to end.  The quiet becomes louder than the din at home but here, as I stand in place, working a monotonous job that pleases neither my ambitions or my basic needs, it's loud. it's thunderous with violent cacophony symbolizing pre-alcoholism and drug abuse and neurotic human-isms forming in front of my eyes.  For moments, in the fog horn sports shrieks of Soccer and baseball, the ambient shouting of some television quote or simply some pissing contest, chest beating, college male whining or even the female version that I call the mind numbing, baby voiced cutie squeal... The true silence takes over.  The silence of noise...  It is at these moments, however, that I lose those great spans of time, and the creature within me takes over.  He must do his best to blend in to this muted environment because when I come to, people stare at me and remark on my abnormally blank stares...