Every night, he wins a battle against drooping eyelids.
"You're fully awake at night, don't you fear monsters? darkness?"
The monsters were never under his bed but rather inside his head.
"I don't fear monsters at all," he bitterly smiled. "because the monster is me, myself."
His restless nights have been fueled by his overactive imagination.
"As of now, I can't even differentiate real things from fake ones," he sighed. "Are you really there?"
And the absence of sleep allows hallucinations.
"I can be with you all the time if you want me to because when I sleep, I encounter nightmares which scares me."
"I'm here. You don't need to be scared when you sleep. I'm always awake, I can watch you while you are sleeping." He smiled.
He has no choice but to accept the fact.
"I miss dreaming." He felt his words were a bit bitter but he chuckled.
"I thought you're gonna say you missed nightmares."
The cold breeze entered the window as he stared at nowhere.
He then chuckled. "Not being able to sleep is already a nightmare for me, anyway."
All he really wanted to do was to sleep;
But it seemed that he is the biggest enemy of his own slumber.
