He tossed, turned and stared at the ceiling.
Insomnia was his bedmate- but not today.
Today he’d sleep.
When he opened his eyes, realization slowly sinked in.
The peace around him unsettled him
He stood up with a jerk, and steadying himself,
kicked and threw thing around till it hurt.
How could it be so calm when there was a storm boiling inside of him?
How could it have been only a few hours when,
he was felt like he was living a dreadful eternity?
Groaning loudly, he put his head between his hands.
He loathed the fact that what was supposed to be an escape to wonderland;
Only took him to a place more evil than reality , more evil than Satan .
Where he was stripped naked of all his defenses;
where he was made to face all the bitter reality he’d been running from,
Where they made him realize he’d been living a fantasy all along;
Where he felt guilty for living.
Where he felt more awake than ever.
His head throbbed , he called for insomnia .
Insomnia smiled –‘they always come back’ .
A/N: this was kinda impromptu ! Feedback required. Leave a message!
