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?