Another night of tossing and turning, feeling for the best way to lay down and drift off to sleep. Nothing. Another hour or so of much the same with much the same result. Maybe he'd think of something, anything, to start on the train to whatever terminal that meant getting some rest. Now he was overthinking it, and was again flipping back to the other arm. Maybe a made-up tale that he'd lose track of when sleep set in, but nothing too involved or it'd get stuck in a loop and he'd have to think of something else. And not to his surprise he was deep in thought as the silence of the world at night kept ticking forward towards morning. Perhaps he'd sit up, rub his eyes, and just stay up, as sleep felt so out of reach. But against the odds his eyelids closed for the few hours he had before another day, off somewhere strange and doing exciting things. Too bad the only thing he'd recall much of later would be the restlessness. Oh well, perhaps he'd have an adventure of his own that wasn't through the random thoughts in his sleep.

This piece of art was actually done by one of my co-workers IRL, who I can't thank enough for their generosity for drawing my secondary sona.

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