The very second my head hits the pillow a swarm of thoughts crowd my Brain like flies on a hot summer day feasting on rotten food.
It simply doesn’t matter how tired I am before I go to Bed, how heavy my eyelids get, how much I crave the sweet feeling of nothingness and rest, the instant my head hits the pillow endless voices of memories, thoughts, and ideas begin their monologue.
In fact the very words I’m writing now are a part of the Plague  of endless thinking that happens when my head hits that soft, cursed pillow.