Meeting Insomnia

So. We meet again, Insomnia. How kind of you to visit me during this fibromyalgia flare; your timing, as usual, is as much a pain in the ass as it is freakishly accurate. I’m exhausted and I’ll doze off in my chair, soon, but – like the pain in the ass you are – when I go to bed and lay my head on my pillow, there you’ll be, holding open my eyelids to leave me staring silently through the trees into the night sky, praying for sleep despite knowing my prayer won’t be answered.

Traffic surges along the streets like waves ebbing and flowing along a rocky shore. It’s unusual for the streets to be so busy at this hour.

I think I’ll go find something mindless to do to help me take hold of the sleep that is currently eluding me…


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