Tales From Creative Writing

Sleep

Sleep evades me yet again.

It's my own fault, naturally. I stubbornly refuse to wind my clock to match that of the world's. Noon becomes my dawn and midnight, my evening.

It doesn't work now. I wake at my 3am and carry my tiredness throughout the day. Heavy eyelids drift shut and don't want to open. I trace the twin dark valleys on my face made darker by sunlight. The mind slows to a sleepwalk as it lingers on daydreams, and I silently slip into unconscious mist. The body tires of holding itself up.

I forgo the comfort of soft slumber for the cold desk and a sharp pinch. And throughout the day I will wear myself down. And I will fall asleep at my midnight to repeat the cycle again.

The missing hours add up and I think I could sleep forever. Or, until I want to wake up again.

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Hi :) I wrote this at the beginning of the school year when I was really tired and decided to write about it.

So yeah basically I am copying the stuff I wrote in my creative writing notebook to here. I'll try to share as much as I can 👍 even if I don't like the piece. Will most likely expand on some pieces if I feel like it.

Anyway I think that's it. Hope you enjoy 👍👍👍