She woke up groggy this morning, her hair in tumbleweeds across her head. She stumbled her way to the washroom, and as soon as she got back onto her bed, a wave of depression hit her and she felt the sudden urge to go back to sleep. She had to sleep as much as her body would let her, and even when it didn’t, she would force herself to close her eyes once more to fall into that familiar stupor. Because sometimes, in the dead of night, her mind would work up a thousand terrors until they wreaked havoc there. And her mind would bounce from one to the next, too fast to logically process any, but still slow enough to warrant an emotional reaction to each. Her mind, once razor sharp, now worked in loops – her only way out of this torment was to sleep, to shut that brain of hers off for as long as she could.


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