I already know what awaits me as soon as my eyes are shut. As soon as my guard is down and reality cannot save me. Yet I still manage to sleep, no matter how desperately I put it off. The room always feels so cold though no breeze travels through. The only light is a vague beam of moonlight that colors the floor white despite the curtains. Cryptic shadows surround the room, and they all seem to have transformed from their original day time figures. Too much imagination is what works against me at night. Any brisk sound that touch my ears make me jump while others are sleeping. Sleeping peacefully, their ears shut off to such noises. Their minds occupied with their own devices. 

Thinking about such things give me chills while I go on with my daily routine. I can recall that bitter taste of fear when I find that the net I’ve been avoiding catches me. My persistent nightmare is that dreadful net. Breathe! I must awaken from this dreadful mind game it tortures me so, it mocks me so, and it bothers me so. I wake up with my eyes widened making me appear oh so horrified. My hair is a mess a dreadful mess when it was squashed about by my constant movement and pressure of the pillow as I lay asleep barely conscious stuck in my dreadful sleep. The sun and its bright light touches my skin oh so gently and stings my eyes that had been accustomed to the darkness of the night. I yawn and stretch my numb body still not used to the movement.  A groan escapes my lips, sneaking it’s way out of me expressing my pessimistic attitude towards a new day. The alarm was loud and obnoxious, oh to be awaken to another lovely day.