Somewhere in the mind of a teenage girl

Sleep is a task

got so much going on in my mind.
it's like a circus.
it's chaos.
Sleep is supposed to be peaceful not a chore. I dread it. I hate that stupid cheetah print pillow. It smells like my shampoo and has a hint of lavender. My new soft brown blanket engulfs me in a hug.
It's probably the most comforting thing I've felt in a while.
The cold fan blowing on my face, rotating from my sister to me.
It's 10:33. My sister is on tiktok, my brother is watching Bob Ross, I can hear my dad snoring, he's happy. I hear my mom groaning in annoyance and crying, she's in pain.
I'm on this stupid fucking app writing about how I'm about to develop a melatonin addiction, if that's even possible, and how I hate sleep.
For me sleep seems to be an item on a tall shelf that I can't reach, it's concert tickets that I can't get. It's something I'm told to do that I just can't seem to.
Sleep is a task.
Sleep is a task that I need to do.
The melatonin takes control. My eyes get heavy, my brain shuts down. I feel sleep coming.
Sleep is a task that I now can do.

(Just kidding I'm still sleep deprived)