As midnight passes by me once more, I find my bloodshot and weary eyes no heavier than a feather. Trapped again in the darkened basement of my unsettled mind and seeking the doorway out. I run from room to room only to find with each door opened, vicious screams forcing the palms of my sweaty hands to my ears to muffle the sounds that thrive on my sleeplessness.
I know what’s behind every door laying in wait for me but I can’t force myself to not open them. I’d given up on the hope long ago that one door would somehow lead me out to any type of salvation. I immediately try to slam the doors shut again but they seem to disappear as soon as they’re opened. I feel useless and helpless as I stumble around in my own head looking for a way out.
With the walls inching closer together and the noise piercing my ears until they bleed, I curl in a fetal position at the center of the chaos and scream back from the depths of my knotted stomach until everything falls silent, unsure if I’ve forced the doors closed again or if I’ve been deafened by it all. I try to stand with a disoriented and pounding head but my legs are shakey and useless and I cannot move.
I eventually lay on my back, thankful for the long awaited exhaustion that has set in as my eyes roll back and I drift off. Though these nights are not as frequent as before, I despise them nonetheless when they do come.
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written and submitted by @pumkinrider
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