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The Life&Death of an Insomniac

November 21, 2014
By Anonymous

He lays there tired of the days stress and hard work. Since the moment his head came clear of a new morning he's been dreading this moment. The clock seems to have moved two strokes for every hour it felt. To this man, sleep was an enemy from birth. As a child he'd cry until his eyes seemed to be drier than the tongue of a man trapped in the terrible and unforgiving desert. This feeling of no rest was no new emotion and with every tic of that clock another moment would pass in each he felt closer to the next day, but further from the thing we all take for granted.
He closes his eyes and allows his mind to go utterly Blank for a moment. He feels nothing. He has as many thoughts as a new born baby. In his mind alone he hears the shatters of  what seemed like hundreds of glass cups hitting the rough sidewalks that lay at the foot of a skyscraper. As his eyes burst open faster than the shot of a bullet he begins to sweat. From what was that sound?
The mind is a cruel thing when under distress.Tis the only thing that can play a trick on the untrickable. Again he thinks to himself, I must allow My mind to be  at rest. I cannot tolerate this nuisance of a diagnosis. Here I sit as a grown man whom has not slept in what seems like my whole existences.
The pain of no rest is stress In a Rare form. Stress that if built up for years and years can truly do a tole on ones heart. The feeling of strain consumed his body. He then reached for his chest as if he could simply pull the pain right from his body. it worsened. He could feel the time slipping away. The numbness from his toes quickly crawled up his legs like an angry black widow. His head turns forward as that of a first year cadet. There is no light, therefor nothing seems to slip away from him. However in the moments that follow are what he finally understood. With a painful last breath he took a sigh of relief. Tonight, I shall be in a state I've wanted since childhood. Tonight, I lay my head down in peace to know that this very night, of my first and last goodnight sleep.....


The author's comments:

My grandfather spent his whole life as an alcoholic the last 24 hours of his life were spent 100% sober.


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