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19|| Want a Side Dish of Insomnia?

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Chapter 19: Want a Side Dish of Insomnia?

Dreams are the songs of your soul with added audio. Don't be scared by it, strive towards it and enjoy the show.

~Starlight24

Blink once. Then twice. Stare at the ceiling pointlessly and watch the fan turn. Roll onto one side. Roll onto the other side. Find the cold spot on your pillow. Remove your blankets. Then, if you still can't sleep, turn on Onlinathon.

This was how I spent most of my nights. I sat up on my bed and rubbed my eyes. Then I blankly stared at the darkness enveloping me and tried to adjust my vision to get accustomed to it, feeling my pupils dilate.

Pulling off an all-nighter with yourself wasn't as fun as people made it out to seem. It was boring and lonely and really dark.

Max would keep me company, I hoped. That's what boyfriends did, right? They'd wake up in the middle of the night because their girlfriends had insomnia?

Even if he didn't, I'd wake him up anyway. I'm too selfish to really care.

The phone screen lit up the whole room, and I had to squeeze my eyes shut because of the intensity.

"Max?" I whispered after the third ring and there was someone that picked up on the other side. Since I hadn't slept, my voice was the same as it always was, except softer.

"What?" he replied, groggily.

"I want company," I whispered.

"Whoa, what?" he asked, clearly confused. "You want me to come over at three am?"

"No," I giggled, realizing how that had come out. "I can't sleep."

Now Max sounded kind of pissed off. "And why's that?" Irritation streaked his words.

"Because I have a sleeping disorder called sleep apnea," I continued to whisper and willed myself to not let his blatant annoyance get to me.

"This is not what I signed up for," he muttered bitterly, and those words were like a huge blow.

"What?" I asked, and the hurt in my tone was evident.

"You won't understand," he huffed, not even bothering to apologize. "Goodnight, Day. Not everyone has sleep apnea. Stop being selfish for once in your life." I heard the click of the phone getting cut on the other end. I literally had nothing to say to that. Okay then, that was way ruder than I'd expected.

I turned on Onlinathon and tried to not cry. I wasn't very emotional, so the tears didn't leak out of my eyes but my throat continued to burn because it wanted me to break down, I think.

The site welcomed me with its colorful entourage and I sighed at my inbox. Maybe that Popcorned fellow could keep me company. After all, his time zone could be different for all I knew.

Surprise surprise, his was the first name that popped up.

I decided to check whether he was online and pray and hope that he was.

Starlight24: Hey

In less than two seconds, I saw the blink of his reply. Oh thank the gods.

Popcorned: Yasssss! You're online! I thought you lived in the US so you'd be asleep now.

Starlight24: I do live in the US