It's the middle of the night/nearly morning/almost dawn, and you're still lying awake/fighting sleep/staring worst sleeping at the ceiling. Your mind is racing, your body feels restless/jumpy/wired, and every time you think you're drifting off/about to fall asleep/close to slumber, you're jolted back to reality/awake again/out of your doze by a nagging thought or an uncomfortable feeling. You flip and turn/toss and moan/shift in bed, hoping for some relief/sweet dreams/peace. This constant struggle/vicious cycle/endless loop can leave you feeling exhausted/frustrated/depleted and ready to give up/hoping for a miracle/praying for sleep.

Sleepless Nights, Endless Days

The clock clangs, a mocking reminder of the time that flees away. Darknesss stretch and yawn across the room as I stare out into the vacant night. The world rests, but my mind churns like a top. My thoughts collide in a chaotic storm, each one a screeching echo of my anxiety. This endless cycle drains me, hollowing my willpower. I crave for tranquility, but it fades just as I grasp for it.

Trying Sheep That Never Come

The blank sky above was a canvas for drifting stars, yet the sheep never came. I catalogued them in my mind's vision, each one a fluffy silhouette against the velvet backdrop. But they remained lost in the realm of dreams.

• Anxiety began to crawl, as I longed for the calming rhythm of their bleating.
• Rest eluded me, trapped in a cycle of counting.

Insomnia's Grip

Sleep, once a comforting sanctuary, eludes me like a phantom. Each night, the darkness descends, bringing with it not rest, but a mounting unease. My mind races wildly, held captive in a relentless cycle of thoughts that unravel. I toss and turn, drained by the very thing that should bring me repair: sleep.

• Glimpses creep by, each one a painful reminder of my frailty.
• The world beyond sleeps soundly, unaware of my internal torment.
• Morning arrives, bringing with it a heavy sense of defeat and a lingering exhaustion that afflicts me throughout the day.

The Midnight Struggle

The night's orb hung low in the sky, casting long streaks across the still landscape. A chilling wind whispered through the trees, bringing with it the scent of decay. It was a hour when fear could easily grip your heart. Few people found solace in the darkness, but for others, it was a testing ground where their struggles came to surface.

• She battled her inner darkness, seeking an escape from the suffocating night.
• Throughout this courage could be found, but it often came at a significant toll.

Source For Terror

Nightmare fuel, it burns in the deepest haunts of your mind. It's the stuff that makes sleep terrors, blooms as phantoms under your bed, and leaves you trembling in the cold light. Some crave it, some abhor it. But once you've tasted its scorching touch, you can never truly be free.

• It haunts
• Beneath your eyelids
• An inescapable truth