FFI//Carziger//Completed

It's Just Insomnia

I can't sleep. I tried all sleeping tactics such as warm milk, reading a boring book or manual of some sort, counting sheep, just staring and let boredom take over, mediating, showered and cleaned the bed covers and sleepwear, even took medication but yet I still stared into the darkness but this isn't the first time. This started a month or two ago, eventually I would pass out due to the amount of hours I stayed awake for which would be about 168 hours at least maybe longer. But recently I noticed I haven't passed out for a week and a half which is a little abnormal for me. I spoke to my friends Dan, Zach, and Maxx about this and they would all say the same thing. "Talk to a doctor," well at least Zach and Dan. Maxx would normally stay silent, speaking of which he doesn't normally answer, question, or mainly talk for that matter. Back to the doctor, I always decline the idea of speaking to the doctor about it cause it's just a type of insomnia or something, not much. Though it sucks, just listening to the silence and staring at darkness is quite relaxing considering all the anxieties that I have, that I also have to take medication for. As my room started to light up from the rising sun I continued to stare at the ceiling counting the specks again. "3018, 3019, 3020," I sighed. It's hopeless to even try, out of everything I tried is counting specks on the ceiling gonna help? No, I don't think so, why would it? I slowly stared sitting up and getting out of bed trying not to look at the ticking clock sitting on my bedside table. Tick, tock, tick tock, the sound irritated me, it's torture to hear that all night, trying to make me check the terrible and unstoppable time. I mopped around to the bathroom across the hall. I didn't dare turn the light on instead I tempted to move around in the dimmest light. I reached my arms out and grabbed hold of the kinda wet sink. I looked in the mirror staring at my tired, bloodshot, darkened eyes. You could tell I haven't been sleeping normally. I sighed angrily and exhaustedly, when will this torture end. I slopped downstairs and sat down on the couch turning on the TV with the sound of static annoying me. I angrily slapped the power button on the remote and wandered into the kitchen why not try and make something for the boys.

The sun started peering through the window's blinds as I placed eggs onto the last plate. I stared at the blinds deciding if I wanted to open them or not. I slowly pulled on the string as the rising sun poured into the house. "Cody?"

Read or don't read it's your choice. This is my first "actual" story so it's gonna be sh*t. WARNING!! WARNING!! More 💩💩💩 ahead! I'll try to post daily if not weekly. So look out for more sh*t. I'll stop. Now, go. Go! Get outta here. Shoo!

Word count: 473

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