*sherrytrifle

It’s at this blurry, dim hour, the strange no mans land between the dark and the twilight that I find myself lost to my insomnia. Everything feels thick, warm and slow, my body so tired that even the most minor of movements takes far longer than it ought to.

I can feel sleep creeping up on me, just around the corner, but when I let myself relax enough for it to take me I am jolted awake, pain or anxiety sending sleep scuttling back into the shadows from whence it came. Not even the subtle silence of the night can comfort me.

I’ll continue to lie here, waiting for the twilight to become a watery dawn and for another night to become a new day.