𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗆𝗇𝗂𝖺 [ 범규 ]

01

[ sunday night ]

I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling as always. Nothing happens, it's quiet despite living in the city.

My head was empty or was it too full?

My head was throbbing from the lack of sleep. I haven't slept for months.

The doctors are surprised that I'm still somewhat healthy, despite the lack of sleep.

Eventually when I do manage to fall asleep underneath my warm covers, I always wake up in a cold sweat from a nightmare.

I've tried everything, medication, aroma therapy, different mattresses, pillows, temperatures, breathing methods, exercising, even diets.

And nothing

I'm tired of it

No matter how exhausted I am, I can't sleep.

I'm growing anxious.

I turned over in my bed and looked at the clock. It was barely 11 pm.

I tried going to sleep at 9

I arose from my bed in the dark, trying to avoid making noise.

I made it to the bottom of the stairs, where there was boxes of filled with old antiques and picture frames.

I picked up one of them, it was a picture of my family.

They all looked so happy together, before I was born.

I took a closer look, my mom was pregnant in the photo.

Nevermind, I guess I did bring happiness to the family.

I put the picture frame aside and gasped when I saw the photo underneath it.

After I laid eyes on that photo everything was a blur

My emotions had taken over

All I remember was darkness.