Journal

5:36 AM

I gave up trying to sleep.
Now I’m just laying here waiting.

Still turning.
Pillow, blanket, the same routine over and over like it might suddenly work.
I’m not even trying to sleep anymore—just laying here pretending I might.
Random thoughts keep slipping in… things I haven’t thought about in years,
stuff I should’ve said, things I forgot to do.
I keep my eyes closed so I don’t have to look at the clock.
Feels like morning is already happening somewhere… just not here yet.