I hate insomnia.
Last night I had the great pleasure of being awakened by some supernatural force. This was not God, the Devil, Poseidon, Hades, a wondering ghost, or worse, my mother, but it was me. I woke up at 3:56 a.m. which isn't very uncommon for me. I tried to stay in bed but I figured that I wouldn't be able to sleep until I used the bathroom. This elicited me to groggily arise from my broken slumber for a minute and a half to use the bathroom and then get back into bed.
I thought I would have been returning to a sweet embrace of darkness and comfort by the early morning noises. I was wrong. Thirty minutes had passed when I looked at the time but it felt like an eternity. I was so confused on why I was still awake when I knew that I was absolutely exhausted. So I waited. I waited and waited for you, the insomnia, to go away yet you remained with me for yet another fifteen minutes.
By this time it was clear that I would be up for a while. My brain turned on and I began to think. I began to think of my best friend who lives four hours away and how much I love him. Why? No one knows. Your brain does crazy things when it's sleep deprived. During this sleep deprived, early morning time I even almost started to cry for what reason...probably because I wasn't able to sleep. Let's not even go into detail about the full blown plans of how I was going to ask my mother if I could do something, I had everything planned out. My mind was moving at lightspeed and I was just tiring myself out with my thoughts.
Thank whatever Deity allowed me to sleep. I don't know if Morpheus, the God of Dreams, hit me up or Somnus, his brother, the God of Sleep, but some Deity somewhere heard my pleas and knocked me the ef out. I'm so blessed for that. Quite frankly insomnia is absolutely awful and I know it's going to happen again at some point, which sucks ass.