The overwhelming thought of the sweet surender.
Temptation of the warming embrace of peaceful dreams.
Every muscle screaming in aggony.
Physically exhuasted.
The overactive mind is like a shockcollar to the body.
No sleep can be found while my thoughts are restless.
Longing to collapse onto my bed, but knowing that I will find no rest there.
Curse this plague that is known as insomnia.
