You sit there in your room, the lights off, your brain still on, your eyes open, senses alert for the sound of the doorbell. You hear excited voices as candy is distributed between giggling children. You do not feel such joy, trying to fall asleep while in a sugar-induced insomnia. Your eyes refuse to close, your brain refuses to shut down, and the noise outside is not doing you any favors either. You toss and turn in your soft, warm bed. Suddenly it's morning, and you blink yourself awake. You had crashed overnight, and today was your day of rest, away from screaming children and nearly sleepless nights of sitting in front of the TV, binging on horror films. November was here.
