I lie awake at night thinking about how tired I am and how tired I’ll be tomorrow.
I toss and turn, telling myself to go to sleep.
Count sheeps, maybe that’ll help.
I get to 419 and I’m nowhere close to the sweet slumber that my body longs for.
I toss and turn again.
Maybe I should stop thinking.
The more I thought about stopping my thoughts, the more I thought of all the thoughts.
The word ‘thought’ sounds weird to me now.
I say it out loud. “Thought”.
Maybe I should try writing.
I open my laptop and type:
‘I lie awake at night thinking about how tired I am and how tired I’ll be tomorrow.’
I feel my eyes getting heavier.
I see that I’m no longer able to think straight.
My fingers don’t know what they’re doing anymore.
I close my laptop.
I close my eyes.
3, 2, 1.
The lights are switched on.
I open my eyes to see my wasted sister, home from her late night out.
I angrily tell her to turn the lights off.
I’m awake again.