I wouldn't call myself an insomniac or say I suffer from insomnia, but I can't sleep.
Let me rephrase that I can't sleep during the night.
No matter how many hours I lay in the dark with my eyes closed or staring at the ceiling, sleep evades me until I give up and decide to occupy myself. Then it's like playing a game, maybe it'll take me a few hours after the sun finally decides to peak over the horizon...Maybe when it's at its peak, and most people are at the heart of their day, perhaps it's when the sun begins its track back down, but I won't be fooled. No, I'll be lucky if I get an hour with the sleeping beauty.
Sometimes sleep loves to trick me as well. Letting me embrace it and just as the clock strikes 3 am, slip from my grasp and repeats the cycle of restlessness.
Maybe I have a messed-up sleep cycle.
Maybe I'm some new aged vampire.
Who knows, but I wouldn't call myself an insomniac.
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Short StoryA collection of things I write late at night. Whether it be little shorts, poems, or just getting deep. Anything is possible at night. (EDITED)
