I wake up in the middle of both night and day, incognizant of my surroundings, fluttering eyelashes trying to wake. Rambling about the most innate things while trying to splinter one thought from the other before they drag me under and my demons lie on my chest.

I need to pee but I can't move. What the hell did sleep paralysis ever do to you? Absolutely nothing as that's not the thing to be concerned about. It's the fact that I'm immovable and my mind is stuffed. With thoughts? Of that I have no doubt.

Should I manage to open an eye, I won't even see a thing. Blurriest vision I've ever had and I've never been to an optician. And don't even ask what happens when I manage to open both. Insomniac became a title and not just a morbid joke.

I now sleep earlier than usual in the hopes that I'll get a decent night's rest. I figured it would occur as I'd designed since I now go to bed exhausted. Suffice to say it did not work. I still wake up violently, like someone has been repeatedly throwing me off tall buildings (might've been me). And I wonder someday if it'll wake up at all. Or fall into the irretrievable abyss within my sleep.