Sleep Eludes Me
Night came, but sleep refused to follow. I lay awake, staring at the ceiling as the day’s revelations replayed in my mind like a relentless, chaotic slideshow. Their small voices echoed in the silence with every restless toss and turn. How could a single sheet of paper unravel everything I thought I knew? That question bounced relentlessly through my skull, turning the stillness of the night into a thunderstorm of racing thoughts.
Sleep Eludes Me
A Nighttime Walk
Resigning myself to sleeplessness, I quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Rachel. The darkness welcomed me as I stepped outside, the cold night air brushing against my cheeks. The world felt calm and still, a stark contrast to the storm inside me. I needed space—to breathe, to think, to make sense of everything. With only the whispers of the night to accompany me, I walked down the street, trying to steady my racing heart and find a rhythm amidst the chaos.
A Nighttime Walk
