Insomnia

Darkness creeps into the night, yet my eyes will never close.

My bed reveals yet another horror. The day drags on. I could face loads of homework, run for miles, do nothing at all: anything to get me exhausted enough to feel as though I could fall asleep, never wake, and be alright.

I crawl into bed after a fatiguing day, my eyes heavy with lethargy. I prepare to fall asleep by getting comfortable. Glancing at the clock, I tuck myself in, the velvet of my blanket and the succumbing goose feathered mattress enveloping me. At precisely ten twenty-three, I shut my eyes and await the black emptiness of sleep.

Oh, how wrong I was.

The sun rays seep in through my blinds. The golden light becomes tinted peach as the sun sets. Darkness leaks into the room, the pale moonlight barely visible.

I still lie awake.

My eyes are heavy, yet still my thoughts race. I think of the events throughout the day, what to say to others, what is to come, everything that I have done wrong, how to fix the world's problems, my curiosities, and everything there is to think of. I continue to stare at the ceiling.

I empty my head of all thoughts, hoping to yield to sleep. I completely relax all my muscles and shut my eyes. I pull the blanket tighter around me and let myself sink into the mattress.

Nothing happens.

I watch the electronic alarm clock, every minute another moment of sleep lost. Two forty-seven. My eyelids fall to cover my eyes once more. I feel as though my body may finally have given in to my need for rest.

Eventually, I awake. I glance at the clock. Two forty-eight. I actually fell for the illusion of slumber. How could I have been so stupid?

For hours, I still lie awake. I feel as though I should get up and do something to entertain myself, but fear it will only energize me. The cruelty of darkness seeps into my core. The ticking of a clock echoes through my mind, reminding me of a countdown to an explosion. I start to feel psychotic with the lack of light and vision. I long to be given the mercy of rest.

I am conscious still.

After lying unmoving for what seems an eternity, my muscles stiffen. My head aches and my back is at discomfort. Nothing seems to ease my pain. I dare a glance at the clock. Six thirteen. Two minutes until I must get up. I decide it is not worth the wait.

The peach light seeps through my blinds once more. How I envy the sun. It has gotten hours of rest while I have lain alert for another sleepless night.

Author's Note

This is probably not very interesting. Honestly, it's pretty much fourteen paragraphs of lying in bed, trying to fall asleep. Still, I felt it necessary to share the fear and annoyance insomnia provides those who have it.