Quiet.
So quiet you can hear coyotes howling in the distance.
Dark.
So dark you can’t tell when your eyes are open.
You lye in bed thinking.
Why can’t I just close my eyes?
Why can’t I fall asleep?
Why are there different shades of darkness?
My eyes open, burning to be closed.
Eyelids begin to get heavy.
My body begins to relax.
I am numb.
Sleep is calling my name.
Now I am awake for it is the next day.