Insomnia

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Hands rubbed over his eyes, frustration bubbling in his stomach. This was the third night this week he couldn't sleep, and it was only Wednesday.

He sat up, running his fingers through his hair as he heard the disgruntled mrow of his kitten as he disturbed her. "Sorry Sly," he whispered, the cat stretching and nimbly jumping off the covers to pad over to the doorway.

Pezzy stood up, yawning so hard his jaw cracked. He was exhausted, his eyes heavy and dry, his body feeling weighed down, and yet as soon as he got under the covers, sleep refused to come.

He headed out to the kitchen, the green lights of the oven clock reading 4:27 the only light visible. He grabbed a bottle of water and slumped against the counter, taking slow drinks of the bottle with half closed eyes.

He hated his brain sometimes. The racing thoughts, the faint sense of anxiety, paranoia, unsettlement. He just wanted to sleep.

He had realised this all started when Droid had moved out a few weeks before. He always slept better with someone else in the house, even if he was in a different room and he couldn't see or hear him. Just knowing he was there soothed the anxiety and he could sleep.

He heaved himself off the counter, leaving his half empty bottle on the counter. He went back to his room, dropping hard onto the mattress and picking up his phone.

Droid was probably asleep, as were Grizzy and Puffer. Probably everyone was asleep, really, not having to deal with the issues he did at night. A quiet jingle sounded as Sly leapt back onto the bed and shoved her way under his arm, a quiet purr coming from her body.

He scratched her head softly, sighing tiredly. He yawned again, his jaw hurting at the strain. He decided against trying to lay down, getting up and heading to his office. Might as well get some work done while he was up.

He booted up the computer, immediately turning on some of his lyricless music. He just needed some quiet beats to fill the silence, the dead of night and lack of people in his house pressing against his eardrums.

He started sorting through his vods and clips, trying to figure out what he wanted to send to Wozens to get edited. He had a few sessions recorded he needed to get out, two group videos, a game with Grizzy and two solo games he'd played on stream.

He checked discord, seeing that none of his friends were online. Even Kryoz was offline, which meant he was the only one up. He sighed to himself, sending the emails he needed to before getting off, leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed as he let the music whirl around him.

A hand shook his shoulder, making him jump violently after the vividly terrifying dream he'd been having. "Hey! Hey, it's okay, it's just me," he heard, blinking his eyes blearily at the person standing above him.

"Oh, uh, sorry Puffer," he said, voice scratchy and muffled with sleep. A squinted check of his clock showed it was 9am, which meant he'd only gotten 4 hours of sleep, again.

"Hey, you don't look too good man, why are you sleeping in your chair?" Puffer asked worriedly and Pezzy shrugged, forcing his body to sit up and rubbed his hands over his face.

"Couldn't sleep, so I did some work. Didn't mean to fall asleep here. Did you need something?" He asked with a yawn, shoulders shaking with the force of it.

His head swam a bit, but he just shook it and looked up, realising Puffer had said something but he'd missed it. "Shit, sorry, I missed that. What did you say?" He asked dazed and Puffer frowned worriedly at him.

"Pezzy, how much sleep have you gotten the last few nights?" He asked, pulling his phone out to type something on his phone. Pezzy waved the question off, shaking his head. "Enough, don't worry about it. Did you need something?"