"Why am I so terrible at sleeping? I mean, I should be able to do it. It's easy isn't it? 'Just lay down and relax' they say. But I guess I'm hopeless. I suck at everything. Even at falling asleep. What's next, not being able to eat breakfast? Why am I even talking right now? I should be focusing on sleeping. But I can't... I have to pee." I kept whispering to myself.
I sighed and sat up, turned towards the bathroom door and when it. I turned on the lights and almost lost my eyesight because of the brightness. My bathroom was very simply decorated. A toilet, a shower, a sink and a shelf for all of my shampoo and conditioners. I pulled down my boxers and peed.
It was weird living alone. I moved out about a month ago, and I'm still getting creeped out because I'm so used to living with my parents. I pulled my boxers back on my waist and washed my hands.
"Well, I guess it's back to bed." I said to my reflection. Just as the words left my lips I felt a cold chill going down my back. I started to shake and had a lump in my throat. Suddenly I didn't feel comfortable by going back to bed. But why not? I'm a grown ass man, I'm not scared!
I filed a glass of water and started drinking. I heard it helped with calming down. I kept drinking as I walked into the bedroom again. I then froze. I didn't move an inch. I couldn't. Every muscle and limb in my body refused to move. I just kept staring at my bed.
I dropped my glass and it shattered into a million pieces when it hit the floor. Water splashed everywhere. But I didn't look down or even think about tidying up. I was too focused on the someone that was waiting in the bed for me.
