We're in the house, looking at the dark.

I didn't sleep last night. I knew I wasn't going to sleep. I could feel it before I even thought of going to sleep. There was this feeling, this little voice in the back of my head saying "Nope, not going to happen, not tonight. Have fun tomorrow because tonight will be hell." It was, it was awful. I closed my laptop, turned off my lights crawled into bed and nothing. I closed my eyes, counted sheep, laid down different ways, but nothing happened. I was wide awake only not. I wanted sleep but my body wouldn't let me have it, or maybe it was my mind. I would come so very close, I could feel myself sinking into it and then as I was falling asleep I'd be wrenched from it and be left awake. That feeling of being so close to sleep and then having it taken away from you was awful. I would look at my clock and see that what I thought was two or three hours was just a few minutes. So, I unplugged my clock, it was mocking me. I would drift into states of semi-sleep. I'd be awake but wouldn't really be thinking of anything. Then my mother woke me up and I knew it was morning, I knew I hadn't fallen asleep. I hope for better luck tonight.