I put my things away and went upstairs. I got in bed and stared at the ceiling, unable to shake the dark feeling of conceit. There must be something I was missing. I ruminated on my entire purpose as an aspiring artist. What was better than being a
I couldn’t even begin to fathom how painful it would be to have this done to me. I didn’t sleep at all. The next day I awoke as stressed as could be, I couldn’t keep anything down as the thought of unbearable pain ran laps around my mind. As I lay in bed I hear my mom yell up at me to get dressed, it was time to go. As
I felt lonely. I really wanted daddy 's attention. I knew it was a bit extreme, but i felt like he would not have paid attention to me any other way. I was upset and angry. I thought he cared more about the game then he did me, now I guess I know that is not true.
Again. It went something like this every day of my life… Beep! Beep! I rose out of my bed and hastily turned the alarm clock off, careful not to break it, but hard enough to bring me a little joy. Only half awake, I attempted to scurry down the stairs, but ended up napping on one of the steps.
I. Imagine this: You come home from a long day of work, you go to lay down in your dark and serene room. You begin to fall asleep and you start to hear a faint knocking. The knocking then becomes more potent and suddenly violent. You try to jump up and check what it is, but you realize you can’t move a muscle and you can’t even lift a finger.
Today I freaked out in a store where danger was non-existent. Maybe if I stay up all night doing coke there won 't be any nightmares. But I can 't go without sleep. The war is over for me. I don 't understand why I panic or break out into sweats or fits of anger.
The shrill sound of his alarm clock broke through the pleasant dream Kazuhito was having. He tried to hold on to it by keeping his eyes closed as he grabbed around the bedside table. When he found the clock and turned it off, the images already started slipping his mind and all he was left with was the faint memory of a warm embrace and light brown hair beneath his fingertips. Groaning, he opened his eyes and turned his head to see the red numbers of his alarm clock – 6:03. Something about that time was off and it took him another minute to realise that he could've slept in for another hour and a half, since he and his friends had decided to quit the club.
One night I was sleep walking and went straight into my mom and Jimmy’s bedroom. I tapped on Jimmy’s shoulder to wake him up so I could get in the bed with them, but he didn’t. Instead he was in a nightmare were he thought I was an enemy in the war and started choking me with both of his hands. He picked me up and threw me on the bed while still choking me. The sudden thump in the bed is what awoken my mom.
My body seats in front of the desk, but my mind flies to my bed just like one of my roommate fall asleep. My paper is paler than a patient, I can only see my shadow on it. Time flies by. “You still leave a black paper? Just write down something, it is too late” one of my roommate said and fall asleep a minute after.