I lie awake not knowing what to think.
Sleep is supposed to be my friend,
not my enemy.
I try to close my eyes and think of sheep and how I am supposed to count them,
But that never really seems to work.
I create stories to live through in my dreams,
but that doesn't seem to work either.
I think about the billions of people in the world.
Some that are restless and that can't sleep right now
just like me.
And the others that are about to get up and begin their day.
All these thoughts float around in my head as I lay in my bed.
The breeze from my open window hits my face.
And slowly but surely I fall asleep to my thoughts and my eyelids gently close as I sleep peacefully.