While most of us are already giving in to the call of sleep, there lies a soul in the darkness of the night trapped in a swirl of her own thoughts, not quite willing to let her go. She's as wide as the great gray owl, with a mind like a hurricane, it's a wreck.
Her thoughts are all so beautiful, yet awful at another shine of light. Her body grows weary but her mind cannot rest. Her eyes become tired but refuse to close.
The mounting pressure to sleep only makes things harder because her thoughts are piled up too steep and a wandering mind cannot be guarded.
She runs into the night, seeking the tranquility it offers, the escape it promises. She relishes in the beauty of the pale moonlight, how it seems to shine only at her, emitting signs of approval at her decision to stay up again that night.
She is so inspired, her mind continues to wander, she thinks about all the wonderful things and her mind is so clear now, she's not quite prepared yet to give it all up. That's just how powerful of an impact the night sky has on her.
But just like everything else, good things don't last forever. Her mind grows distraught, all the sorrow and dismay tugging at the back of her mind, forcing their way through her senses, all begging to be heard.
Lost in confusion, she can't take a minute of any of it any longer. She breaks. And once more, she waits, and waits, for sleep
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