Blog Post #45: Sleeplessness

This blog post is dedicated to the worriers. The nighttime mind-trekkers. The insomniacs, the eyes wide-open, stare-at-the-dark-ceilingers (if you’re so blessed to have a ceiling). You know it should be simple as turning off your mind, but that’s a lot easier said than done. You know you should work on it, go to therapy, help the mind so you can help your sleep cycle (which is currently reversed, if your mother were to be the judge). Take melatonin, even. But in my suitcase of all things carried with me is a blatant refusal to take melatonin. So I stare. My eyes burn with the need for rest. They cry to me to lay down the suitcase and let the sleep wash over me. Or for one of those Japanese heat-technology eye masks. Or some eyedrops that simply numb away the burn. Yet here I sit, the clock fast approaching 2AM. You know you’re gonna be regretting staying up to write in your 1PM jazz theory class tomorrow. The class that’s too hot, that moves too slowly. You wonder how to let go. You try to relax your body. It works for a few seconds. That blueberry milkshake you decided to have for dinner six hours ago isn’t providing sustenance anymore. Stomach grumbling loud enough to singlehandly scare any traces of sleep away, you pick up your phone and see your professor has cancelled your 9AM class. The message was sent just a few minutes ago. Ah yes. Other night-walkers, post-midnight-thought-takers exist. And that alone is enough to comfort you out of the leg-twitch.