It’s a curse that you cannot truly understand unless you have been through it yourself.
You lie, staring at the ceiling.
Then you look at the clock again.
Maybe this time a few minutes. Sometimes an hour
Counting down until you have to wake up.
Sleep, you think to yourself, hoping that sheer force will make you close your eyes.
But it doesn’t work. It never does.
And so you lie there, staring at the ceiling, whilst the clock counts down to the dawn of a new day.
[Stories on a Theme – a weekly theme that I use as a spring board for short stories over the weekend. Catch up with the posts on my IG]