Lena groggily opened her eyes, rubbing the grit from her eyelids. Another day, another exhausting morning. She lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as the fog of sleep slowly lifted. The sunlight streaming through the window highlighted the dust motes dancing above her, like tiny ballerinas performing a choreographed routine.
She yawned, stretching her arms above her head, and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Her feet dangled, searching for the familiar comfort of her slippers, which were tucked away in the corner of the room. As she stood up, a wave of dizziness washed over her, forcing her to grab the bedpost for support. The room spun around her, a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes.
Lena shuffled to the bathroom, her reflection in the mirror revealing puffy eyes and a pale complexion. Dark circles under her eyes made her look like a raccoon, she thought wryly. She splashed water on her face, hoping to shake off the lingering sleepiness. The cool liquid helped, but her mind remained foggy.
In the kitchen, she found her roommate, Rachel, sipping coffee and scrolling through her phone. "Morning, sleepyhead!" Rachel chimed, eyeing Lena's disheveled hair. "You look like you've been through a war."
Lena managed a weak smile, pouring herself a cup of coffee. "Morning. I feel like I've been through a war."
The caffeine helped, but Lena's mind remained shrouded in a sleepy fog. She went through the motions of getting ready for work, her thoughts muddled and unclear. She dressed in the first clothes she found on the floor, not caring about the mismatched socks or the wrinkled blouse.
As she trudged to the office, the gray skies mirrored her mood. Another day of struggling to stay awake loomed ahead. The city streets were bustling with people, but Lena felt disconnected from the world around her.
At work, Lena's focus drifted, her eyelids drooping during meetings and her attention wandering during tasks. Her coworkers seemed to notice, but said nothing. They were used to Lena's sleep-deprived state by now.
That night, Lena collapsed onto her bed, exhausted. She set her alarm and closed her eyes, willing herself to sleep. But her mind raced, thoughts swirling like a vortex. She tossed and turned, unable to quiet her brain.
The nightmares came, dark and twisted, leaving her gasping for breath when she woke up. She lay in bed, her heart pounding, and wondered what was happening to her.
This was her life now – a never-ending cycle of excessive sleep and haunting dreams. She felt like she was losing herself, drowning in a sea of fatigue.
She thought about seeking help, but what could she say? "I'm sleeping too much, and I'm scared"? It sounded ridiculous.
Lena's thoughts spiraled, a never-ending cycle of worry and fear. She knew she needed to break free, but how?
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The Watcher
ParanormalLena, a young woman, starts experiencing strange and unsettling events. She finds herself getting up in the middle of the night and smiling at a camera which she couldn't remember setting up only to forget about it in the morning. As these occurrenc...
