The Insane Insomniac

In the day, I'm... unstable. At night, I can barely shut my eyes. There are things, unreal things, living in my room. No one else can here it though... I wonder why. I can feel myself slipping away into the darkness of the midnight skies, threatening to forget everything I have ever remembered. Every memory, good and bad, slowly becoming foggier and more distant. What will I become?