Insomnia
The watch clicked, the timepiece ticked, the clock on the wall tocked, the digital alarm on the bedside cabinet flashed, and the stopwatch...stopped. As my mind was robbed and my sleep was robbed, dreaming about nightmares, this is a nightmare, too tired to dream, too sleepy to rest, my blurry eyes are stressed. Forty nights without forty winks and this sleeping nonsense is quite exhausting, and before you know it, it's morning and I'm yawning and nodding, drowsy all day, dreaming about hibernating. My bed, pillow, mattress, and duvet are waiting for me to lie down, but I'm wide awake—for goodness sake! I could break. My sleep is in a coma and will not wake up.
Just another night past midnight, dealing with insomnia.
Goodnight...hopefully.