SICSLN
So I couldn't sleep last night. Lights were off and everyone's asleep. I am laying comfortably on my bed looking at the dancing shadows on my wall. For a second I felt I was home. This is not new to me -- overthinking is my expertise. At night, ideas come and go. I wouldn't write them down because I trust I could remember them when the morning breaks. It is not usually the case. Mornings are routines. Routines wash away every little emotions from the night before. So I couldn't sleep last night. Lights were off. I made my way to the kitchen. Guided by my instinct, carefully. I've been here enough to have familiarity. I sat down in the darkness. I felt I was home. I wanted to be home. So I couldn't sleep last night. Tears fell on my cheeks. I couldn't wait to be awake.