Head on my pillow.
Thoughts swirling around my mind.
Plans for the future.
Some near perfect.
I roll over and close my eyes tightly, but that won’t help me.
I want to write.
I am writing.
Family Guy is on.
Stewie has taken steroids.
I sigh and watch, hoping to fall asleep.
I think about you.
I wonder what you are doing.
You must be.
I want to go for a walk.
Maybe that will tire me out.
And even as I think it, I know I’m not going anywhere.
It’s too dangerous.
Ah, Insomnia my old friend.
At times I enjoy your company.
And at other times I see you as a pimple on the face I call my life.
I have a long day tomorrow.
I must wake in less than eight hours.
In the dark of the night I always seem to come alive.
Am I a vampire? Maybe I am.
If I lay still, and try not to think too much, maybe my body will succumb to slumber.
But it doesn’t.
Dawn will be breaking soon.
And I’m still awake.
I make myself a hot drink like I always do when Insomnia arrives to control me.
It doesn’t work.
I yawn several times, but my eyes are wide open.
Another hour passes by.
I’m watching Game Of Thrones on my laptop, trying to kill time before I have to get up. There’s just no point in sleeping now.
The sun is now rising.
I sigh and close my laptop and lay down again, my head back on my pillow.
Thoughts are rampant again.
And then I remember.
I bought some sleeping pills from the chemist for times like this.
If I take one or two, maybe that would be alright.
I get up and go into my kitchen, rummaging through the cupboard until I find the box.
Quickly swallowing two tablets with a glass of water, I go back to bed and lay down.
I hum to myself as I resist the urge to go back on my laptop, laying quite comfortably.
And I feel sleep creeping up on me.
Where have you been all this time, sleep??
As my eyelids grow heavy from the effects of the sleeping pills, I yawn and settle down.
As dreams rush to meet me, I grin.
My phone alarm goes off, and I drowsily stop it and pull the duvet over my head, settling down for a nice, long rest.
Stuff the plans I had today.
When I wake next, it is dark outside. I sit up quickly and grab my phone, checking the time.
It’s eight pm.
I groan and sit up, trying to shake off the drowsy feeling.
Never again will I take two sleeping tablets. I was knocked right out.
As I sit well into the night munching food and watching movies, I stopped as a thought hit me.
I will be up all night again.
And then I realise.
Sleep didn’t win at all.
If I hadn’t taken those pills, I would have been up all night.
Just like I will be up again this night.
I sighed and fell back against my pillows as another realisation hit me.
Without some kind of help, I hardly sleep.
Which means sleep won the battle the last time, but will lose the war.
Insomnia is the true champion.