It's the middle of the night/nearly morning/almost dawn, and you're still lying awake/fighting sleep/staring at the ceiling. Your mind is racing, your body feels restless/jumpy/wired, and every time you think you're drifting off/about to fall asleep/close to slumber, you're jolted back to reality/awake again/out of your doze by a nagging thought or an uncomfortable feeling. You flip and turn/toss and moan/shift in bed, hoping for some relief/sweet dreams/peace. This constant struggle/vicious cycle/endless loop can leave you feeling exhausted/frustrated/depleted and ready to give up/hoping for a miracle/praying for sleep.

Sleepless Nights, Endless Days

The clock whirs, a mocking reminder of the time that melts away. Darknesss stretch and yawn across the room as I glint out into the vacant night. The world slumbers, but my mind spins like a hamster. My thoughts tangled in a website chaotic dance, each one a grating echo of my worry. This tedious cycle exhausts me, eroding my strength. I yearn for sleep, but it eludes just as I reach for it.

Gazing upon Sheep That Never Come

The dark sky above was a canvas for flitting stars, yet the sheep never came. I catalogued them in my mind's eye, each one a fluffy shadow against the velvet backdrop. But they remained distant in the realm of dreams.

• Disappointment began to crawl, as I desired for the calming rhythm of their groaning.
• Containment eluded me, trapped in a cycle of counting.

Sleepless Nightmares

Sleep, once a comforting sanctuary, eludes me like a phantom. Each night, the darkness descends, bringing with it not tranquility, but a mounting fear. My mind races frantically, caught in a relentless cycle of thoughts that jumble. I toss and fidget, exhausted by the very thing that should bring me comfort: sleep.

• Glimpses creep by, each one a painful reminder of my vulnerability.
• The world outside sleeps soundly, unaware of my mental torment.
• Morning arrives, bringing with it a heavy sense of defeat and a persistent exhaustion that follows me throughout the day.

Wrestling With the Night

The moon hung low in the sky, casting long shapes across the silent landscape. A piercing wind whispered through the trees, fting with it the scent of damp earth. It was a time when trepidation could easily take hold. Many people found solace in the darkness, but for others, it was a testing ground where their struggles came to light.

• She battled his inner troubles, seeking a way from the darkening world.
• In this journey, courage could be discovered, but it often came at a heavy price.

Energy From Dread

Nightmare fuel, it consumes in the deepest haunts of your mind. It's the stuff that breeds sleep disturbances, blooms as creatures under your bed, and leaves you shaking in the cold light. Some seek it, some abhor it. But once you've felt its icy touch, you can never truly be unaffected.

• It festers
• In your dreams
• A haunting echo