Another sleepless night. Another sleepless, dreamless night. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to sleep. I've tried. Many times actually. But it's stupid to even try. I can't sleep, and I don't need to.
I stared at the moon through my window. Moon rays lit up my whole room. It was 4 a.m. The sun would be rising soon. I wondered if the moon liked letting the sun take it's place for a while; if it needed to rest after providing light in the emptyness of the night. I once read a poem that said:
The sun is light and provides sight,
while the moon shines bright for lonely nights.
And all year 'round the sun is free,
while the moon is without company.
The moon is often forgotten about. I don't think people intentionally forget about it. It just kind of, happens. Maybe someday the moon will feel like it belongs, and maybe someday, I will too.
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Insomniac
Teen FictionLorraine Belmont is the town insomniac. No matter where she is, she is always known as the weird girl who has a sleeping disorder. Having never slept one night in her life, Lorraine struggles to fit in. But on one fateful day, she meets Estelle;...
