Insomnia So I just lay there on the bed, staring up at the white speckled ceiling. I was tired, but not. My mind was wide awake, but I knew I should be tired. I needed sleep. And I needed to get up at a decent time tomorrow. I spared another glance at the clock. It read 4:55 in bold, glowing red. Yeah, that was so not going to happen.
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