Wake

My eyes burst open, but it seems no different to having them shut.

The room is pitch black, as it is every night. I find that it helps me get to sleep sometimes. But when I wake up, it scares me.

I'll admit that I am scared of the dark, but it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's just rather ironic that I'm scared of one of the few things that can help me sleep.

But it's not good enough.

There has to be another thing that can help me fall asleep every night, like a normal teenager, like a normal human being.

All the mundane approaches have failed me. Maybe there's something else I can do.

This recurring dream is driving me to insanity. Every time I start to drift off, I know that within another half an hour, I'll be jolting awake after this damn dream.

There must be something that can make me sleep. Two things come to mind.

A hypnosis tape.

Pills.

I guess desperate times call for desperate measures.

The End

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