Insomnia

“Which son of a gun said sleeping wasn’t fun? But the irony is in the helplessness, for it isn’t easy to sleep, and if its not easy, how can it be fun?”

Here I am, lying in my bed for the past 4 hours with a determined thought of falling asleep. But where is sleep? I know people play “hard to get”, it’s the way things are, but is sleep doing that too?

It’s been a whole week, and every time I get in bed, tossing and turning is all I do, and sleep? Well rarely!

It’s a crazy world where things are supposed to go according to the cycle it’s followed for generations. Was it always meant to be a natural phenomenon to fall asleep when it’s dark? Who said the night was night? More like who said night=sleep? Was the magnificence of darkness never meant to be appreciated, and instead meant to be ignored by some dead activity of sleep? Was it always the sun that was considered “safe to be out” and night considered “danger”?

Night=bright lights, empty streets, cool breeze, less polluted air; and yet its considered danger?

Has these questions ever hit anyone, or is it just the insomniacs?

People think we’re not falling asleep because we’re thinking too much, not closing our eyes, not saying our prayers, not doing it right! But how can you fall asleep when you’re not falling asleep? Which son of a gun said sleeping wasn’t fun?

For I am one of the few people who loves the word sleep, but the humor lies in the part where I cant make myself do what I love!

So here it is, the mixed questions and ironies of a sleep-deprived insomniac who now sits with her laptop, searching on Google “how to fall asleep”.