Sleepless Nights Again
I lay awake, eyes fixed on the ceiling as memories flickered through my mind like scenes from an old film—Rachel’s laughter, the kids playing soccer—moments that once felt so real, now cast in a different light. My thoughts raced relentlessly, searching for fragments of truth buried beneath the familiar rhythm of everyday life. It was strange how exhaustion and restlessness could coexist, like two old friends holding tight to a secret only they understood.
Sleepless Nights Again
Exploring The Attic
Restless and unable to sleep, I climbed up to the attic—a chaotic mix of forgotten treasures and layers of dust. I searched through the clutter, hoping to uncover something that could quiet the gnawing doubt inside me. As I sifted through old boxes and faded mementos, I wondered if amidst the forgotten relics I might finally find the closure I desperately needed, as tangible as the dust settling around me.
Exploring The Attic
