She finds every single day invariably wears, to her horror a night as a gown all over it made of deceit and mayhem of many kinds deftly woven as one.
Makes it an imperative for her to choose from nights of two kinds, quite unsettling, it has become as the world progresses, is this truly any step forward?
If she wants to count sheep desperately in the hope of managing forty winks, that too has become a luxury, she can't easily afford.
She has the other prospects staring on her face, not a welcome thought; reject the challenge of nights altogether lie gathering dust in a corner for ever.
Or resurrect, herself mustering the last of hidden power, turn a whirlwind, rage against the hypocrisy of the sleep deprived world, rotting every moment of it's life yet pretends nothing is there to worry,remains uncaring about it's downward spiral, gathering momentum, turning nights in to days and forcefully making days wear darkness
This malady, is not just a tempest of sleep deprivation..it's sleeplessness of cruelty , insanity and a chain of such pests..