It's around 1:00 AM on a weekday evening, and I'm ready for bed after a long and hopefully productive day. I try to make my environment in a way where it's easy to fall asleep, as chances are, the daily grind of life has me at least a little stressed out.

When I finally do get under the covers, I close my eyes and begin to fall asleep. Despite my concerns, I fall asleep relatively quickly, but I know deep down that my insomnia still looms. Going to sleep is rarely an issue for me. Staying asleep, however, that's a whole other story.

3:00AM

After sleeping for not even two hours, I am jolted awake by an unknown force. I wake up in a hot sweat, and for the next few seconds, try to figure out where I am and what's going on. When I realize I was just sleeping, I immediately check the time.

"Great, two hours of sleep."

My sweat is very distracting, and I'm not happy that I look and smell so bad despite the fact I showered a few hours before bed. All I can really do is shut my eyes and hope I drift off again.

3:45AM

Little to no progress has been made on getting back to sleep. Every time I get close to dozing off, my body suddenly becomes uncomfortable in whatever position it's in, and I become very awake while moving around. Eventually, I find a position that works only to, minutes later, feel the infamous pressure in my bladder. The urge to go at this hour is life's little reminder that I drink way too much soda, but I'm not thinking about that as I turn on lights and go into the bathroom to relieve myself. Now that I've emptied my bladder, I'm hoping sleep will be easy from here on out. The concept of not getting enough sleep begins to process with me, and I'm not too happy about it.

4:30AM

I fall asleep almost immediately only to be woken up again by my own thoughts. I check the time which reads 4:30 and breathe a sigh of relief that there's still a few more hours to sleep. Despite knowing that my bladder won't be too happy about it, I grab some water from my fridge and drink at least half the bottle before going back into my room. At this point, I give in to the temptation to aimlessly fool around and go on my phone. A couple of funny YouTube videos later and I finally realize I should try sleeping again.

5:40AM

I've drifted off here and there, but there hasn't really been any sleeping going on. At this point, I crack open a window and get ready to watch the sunrise. As the sun slowly pours into my room, I get a chance to admire it for a bit, but I slowly doze off and before you know it, I'm finally back asleep, having almost sub consciously tucked myself into bed. It's time for peaceful sleep.

9:00AM

As I wake up to the sound of my alarm, my first thought is how little sleep I got. I know that the second I get back from wherever I need to go, I'm going to take a very long nap. So if you ever see me looking like a zombie while walking around or sitting in a class, one of these nights is probably the reason.