confessions of a semi-insomniac
1131pm
He’s very
nocturnal, I see. But I know I’m gonna regret the next morning.
I bid him good
bye as I need to sleep.
He replied four consecutive messages, I wanted to
ignore and just reply the next morning, but I’m too curious what he wanted to
say. I read, he said, goodnight and sweet dreams and two other texts basically
mean the same thing.
I couldn’t
resist to reply, sweet dreams as well.
He messaged
again, I managed to ignore.
I’ll read the
next morning, alright?
1145pm
My heart is
beating so fast.
I shut my eyes
tight but I can’t seem to shut my mind.
For some
reason, something is bothering me.
I went to pee.
12am
I began to
hate myself.
I should’ve tried
sleeping at 1030pm to make some leeway.
My roommate is
still busy with her phone and the movements, even the slightest noise and
vibration, I can feel it.
I grew
sensitive to movements as I loathe my mind from thinking too much.
1210am
I counted
sheeps. I am tempted to get my phone and just play with it.
But no. I remembered
cell regeneration will commence in the same hr as I slept.
I am pressured
to sleep soon. I counted sheep, focused on blackness of sight and tried to
empty my mind…
All to no
avail.
1220am
This is really
getting worst. I hated myself, my mind, my roommate, the tea that I drank after
dinner, the loud heartbeat that doubles in decibels as I try to close my eyes.
I hated the fact that my aircon is noisy and the bed is too soft and the spring
behind it is rather weak. I hated my pillow which does not support my neck in
its convenience. I hated my quilt because it does not give me proper warmth at
all.
I hated
everything that night until I couldn’t hate anything anymore.
1230am
All went dark
and my breath was steady.
In the darkness,
I lay there in oblivion, transported to a world where fantasy became my
reality.
OH SLEEP, why are you so elusive when I
needed you most?
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