this morning #517.

this morning, after two straight nights of two hours of sleep, she swore she was starting to see things. this current incarnation of her insomnia was just getting revved up & if past bouts were any indication, she was only two days into what would ultimately be a week-long descent into paranoia. the only way to get past it was to wait it out. eventually, after a week had passed, she would snap & come out the other side of it all with heavy eyeballs & a persistent tingle that ran from tip to toe. by this point, she will have had enough & her body will finally shut down, letting her crawl into bed & sleep the ache away. when she’d awake, it’d be a waiting game. soon enough, the cycle would start again.