Awake still, I grumble and toss in my bed sheets, my mind keeps me awake while the shadows on the wall taunt and mock, unbearable silence forces me to dawn on the ever present waking world, unable I am, to join those whom slumber peacefully, those whom dance with their mind's ideas in a blissful state of pure unaware creative unconsciousness.

While I lay here, thoughts in my head collide, voices argue, ideas conflict, the blackness lays heavy with me, trying ever so mercilessly to lull me away, but unknowingly I resist. For my mind and my body disagree, my body weary and tired, while my mind still so diligent on a day that has already past.

I open my eyes, slowly, welcoming the blank blackened canvas, releasing onto it imaginary colours, painting in strokes with my hand I brush my thoughts across the ceiling. Inevitably it only serves to distract me further from my intended goal of sleep.