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E/C eyes widened to it's haunting extent, you stare up onto the pure dark ceiling of your isolated, and solemnly too quiet room that held plain nothingness.

Unsightly dark rings were evident around your exhausted eyes due to some strange, unknown reason that still keeps you wondering, you couldn't get any sleep tonight.

No matter what comfortable sleeping position you tried to shift into.

No matter how much you toss around in your bed with scraggly mattresses from too much movement.

No matter how hard you attempt to force yourself by closing your eyes and emptying out your mind,

You couldn't get even a mere wink of sleep.

You remained wide awake to no avail in the midst of darkness.

It seemed like after a long duration of an extremely exhausting day, it just got even worse when somnolence didn't lull and cradle you back into it's arms.

Does life really enjoy tormenting you this much?

That's what you guess so, and what it clearly seems to be.

Gripping the white sheets very tight in your palms, you throw the thick blanket off that was covering the half of your lower body part and sat up in instance.

Before you could even comprehend what is happening, tears out of the pure desperation you feel subsconciously began to trickle down on your cheeks, dripping towards your chin and drops to your lap.

Slowly raising both of your hands, your shaky E/C eyes stare at your trembling, sweaty palms as the tears continue with it's painful downpour.

'I want to sleep.'

'I want to dream.'

'Let me dream again.'

You wipe them with the back of your hand and abandon your disheveled bed to proceed towards the hallway, not bothering to at least wear your home slippers.

With your feet both bare to kiss the surface of the cold floorboards of your house, you tip-toed near the living room, taking a short glimpse at the old grandfather clock placed next to the stairs.

The time it says there tells you that it's already halfway to midnight.

On the living room's doorway where a faint source of light were coming from, you can hear lively voices in a very low volume, conversing to each other.

You cautiously poke head to see your parents inside, both snoozing on the velvet couch, empty glasses and an almost finished bottle of expensive brandy sat on top of the small coffee table.

The television where a late night talk show about celebrities was on air, it's the only appliance that produces light to illuminate the dark room where your highly probable drunk parents were passed out.

As stealthy as you could muster in order to not disturb them, you prowl upstairs, heading to their slightly untidy room. Much to your luck, they didn't lock the door for an easy access.

Flicking the light switch on from the wall, you walk towards the nightstand and pull the dark drawer open. And sure did, you found just right there what you were exactly looking for.

The sleeping pills.

You grab two out of the four bottles inside and quickly push the drawer close again with a quiet push. Upon retrieving the things you need, you exit the room, not forgetting to shut the door behind and snuck back to your room.