At 2:30 in the morning, the silence is the loudest thing in
the world, ringing in your ears and keeping you from truly being at rest. Your sense of touch is suddenly
hyper-sensitive, causing even the feel of your covers to distract your mind
from rest. The darkness itself isn’t
even comforting. All the while, your
mind races like a buzzing hornet’s nest over everything that could go wrong
tomorrow, including your current lack of sleep.
One hour… two hours… nothing is comforting in the slightest
and your frustration grows with each minute.
Even the light from your clock is catching your eye and keeping it from
resting. What caused this horror of
biology? Why are sleep and comfort so
far away?
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