the week drags on
and on, essay after essay after project after test, i need to recharge. my eyes close refusing to stay alert: no longer fueled, i cannot sleep. toss turn flip the pillow sit up lay down think. my thoughts keep me awake. sounds outside and inside of me interrupt slumber, stress, anxiety, worries too much to handle: what if what if what if. i cannot sleep. toss turn flip the pillow sit up lay down think. they say “we all get tired” but not like this: hearing the seconds tick by: heartbeat, watching nightmares reach from under my closet, hoping to sleep again. i cannot sleep. toss turn flip the pillow sit up lay down, insomnia.
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