The Sunday Whirl – Insomnia

I had thought perhaps a pleasant dream would be tonight’s refrain, hoping to shed the exhausting game in this space of time–a chain of which I seem to find myself bound every night. My body may feel like lead, my eyes tired from a screen, but my thoughts will not recede their game of will over the rest of my body. Weakened from lack of sleep, I once again lean on an elbow, seeking a comfortable position to induce slumber.


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