Mind racing over a thousand miles per second. Thoughts come out of nowhere, each thought comes and goes faster than a race car. The sense of relaxation crumbling at each passing thought. Trying to get comfortable or counting sheep never seem to work.

Sandman forgot to make his rounds… well at the very least he forgot to pay a visit to an insomniac that hasn't gotten a restful nights rest in over three weeks. Pacing back and forth in a pitch black room waiting for sleep to walk through the door and simply say 'I'm sorry I'm late traffic was hell.'