Alone in the dark exhausted, sleep will not come.
Every noise exaggerated, extended, echoing.
A sudden awareness of muscles tensed, waiting for some unknown to strike.
Wound too tight.
Skin crawls, itches. Pinpricks of hot needles stab everywhere, here- there.
Clock ticks louder and louder.
Words tumble furiously around and through thousands of intersections without stopping for sense; Scattering.
It is hot, cold, hot. Cold.
Hot. Words, sensations, sounds mix into one silent inner scream.
No comfort, No quiet, No oblivion of sleep,
No soothing darkness, this.