Active Mind During The Night
Each night, I lie in bed, my body longing for the tender comfort of sleep, yet it remains out of reach. The clock on my nightstand ticks unyieldingly, each second reverberating in my mind as a reminder that sleep is slipping increasingly out of reach. My mind hums with thoughts, like a cloud of gnats that never ceases. I writhe, tangled in the sheets, but no matter how I shift, I cannot find that perfect position that will rock me into slumber. The room is cloaked in darkness, but my mind is a canvas dappled with the bright colors of my worries, memories, and unfinished tasks. I replay dialogues from the day, dissecting each phrase and tone, questioning what I could have said differently. My thoughts then drift to the mountain of work that awaits me tomorrow, and I feel the weight of it all pushing down on my chest. Sleep mocks me, drawing near and then receding like a shy creature afraid to be ensnared. I feel the usual heaviness in my eyelids, and my thoughts start to blur, but j...