There is a little night terror that patiently awaits me. Long nights so lonely, yet her company’s within me. Achy bones and aches all over… when will this madness stop? I know that you meant well, with good intentions, dear mind. So why do you continue letting me down at bedtime? The more I try to change my ways, the more you resist me. I do not want company at this hour you know, but guess what? Dear Alice, all dressed in black, you have a knack for mind games in the middle of the night. Please leave me alone and get out of my sight! I don’t want you here and I never meant to befriend you. And now you won’t leave as you continue mocking my values. Insomnia, whatever you are, I must not give into you. Keep me awake in the daytime when I need you the most. I’ll toast to that but in the meantime, here I lay wide awake like a puppet on strings. As I wait for the morning bell to ring, it usually goes unnoticed from pure exhaustion. During the day, I’m like a zombie – that’s so backward, they say! Conscious at night and the living dead by day, it is a dream that’s far from great. This is the worst kind of nightmare, trapped inside my head with no control over my current state. Reality is just a blur because I cannot tell night from day. There’s no true black and white because they’ve morphed into grey. The migraines are real as blurry vision takes a bow. All I can do is pray that I will survive yet another day as an insomniac.