Tossing and turning in my bed, I lay here and stare up at my ceiling. My mind is racing but also blank at the same time. As if I am unable to focus on one of the ten thousand thoughts running through my head. An uneasiness sets over me, leaving me tired enough to close my eyes, but not enough to relax my mind. Many nights I have spent this way, and every time I hate it just as much as the last. Even when my body is in need of rest, of relaxation, of peace and quiet, my mind is unable to allow it just that. So I continue to lay here, and I continue to stare at my ceiling. I focus on sleep as if it isn’t involuntary; forcing my body to relax, my teeth to unclench, forcing my mind to think of nothing. Who knew how loud the night could be when all else has fallen silent? Laying in my bed, eyes closed, forcefully relaxed, I let the sounds of the dark fill my mind. My breathing begins to even and I can no longer feel my pulse in my neck. As my body becomes still, so does my mind and I am finally able to welcome the comfort of sleep.
Tossing and turning.
Mind unable to relax.
Sleep is a faint dream.
What a great line: "Who knew how loud the night could be when all else has fallen silent?"
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