I have recently graduated from light sleeper to insomniac, and quite frankly i find it startling. i lie there, staring at the dark ceiling, and wait. wait for sleep to smack me square in the ja
T is so slow in coming, like my precious lover thank god. my neurotic brain races for hours about everything possible but nothing in particular. i then become greatly disturbed as i notice the

Time, and figure out the hours left before i must rise. sometimes at this point, i become panic-filed and toss and turn and huff and puff, and of course, out of frustration my heart races, and
Naline begins its crawl through me, and i become upset. because i'm incorrigible, as a spoiled child, my sniffles and whines and pouting wake my snoring lover on purpose, so i may notify him o
Unhappy crank overtiredness, and patiently as always he gently plays with me until i finally fall fast asleep. i have recently graduated from light sleeper to insomniac, and quite frankly i fin
Startling.