Insomnia

She quickly reached for a clear glass cup, pouring the torrent of water down her throat. It had been a long and tedious couple of years, she thought, as she plodded back to bed, burying herself under her cozy electric blanket, and pulling her soft white teddy bear to her tummy.

Allowing her heavy and tired eyes to examine the darkened room, she sighed as her mind raced with thoughts of tomorrow, next month, and even the following year. A distant chime in the kitchen entered her ears, which was the exact thing she sought to silence when she first entered the dining area. What was that constant beeping, she desperately thought, wishing the source of the noise into a state of oblivion. She placed her pillowcase over her head, in a fit of frustration, as she sighed.

Glancing at the menacing, glowing blue numbers on her bedside alarm clock, numbers that always seemed to mock her, she sat up, placing her head in her hands.

“I need sleep,” she mumbled in frustration as she vagally recalled the last time she was wrapped warmly and lovingly in a soft white blanket. A small smile broke through her weary expression as she sleepily wandered down the tiny hallway of her cramped apartment. Collapsing onto her brown and worn sofa, she mindlessly pressed a button on the remote, watching as the television’s sudden glow fought with the shadows in the room.