Sleep gently pulls at my mind, begging me to fall into her grasp, to let her cradle me like a child and sooth me till morning. And still my eyes remain open and my light on. Why don't i sleep? What is holding me from her soft touch? Am I afraid? Afraid of what? Surely not the monsters.

I'm afraid of my thoughts. Afraid of what I'll remember. What I wish I had said what I wish I hadn't done. I'll recall past friendships and wish I hadn't ruined them as I did.

But mostly I'm afraid of what I cant change. What happened that was out of my control. Or what was in my control that I didn't fix.
This is why I decline sleeps sweet offers of comfort.
But eventually I will lose my power to resist her and she will lead me into her grasp and for those few short hours I will be calm.
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