It’s 3 a.m. And it’s one of those innumerable nights when I feel the exhaustion, but I refuse to sleep with a restless mind.
Restless minds don’t normally result in good nights of sleep. Of course, my only paradoxical solution is lying in bed and ruminating even more until I can fall asleep. Ha.
Good nights of sleep seldom occur anymore. They’re merely distant memories now. And I miss them.