Restless

Reaching out, searching for something familar, something lost. The sleep is still in my eyes, not able to open them fully. "What time is it?" I think to myself. Feels like it's been forever since I've slept. My body aches, my neck is sore. Seeing that I've only been asleep for a few hours I lie there. Thoughts keep racing through my head. It is as it is every night, the torture that must be endured, that must be beaten." Will this pain end, will it finally let me slip into sweet slumber? Will there come a moment in which I break? ", all things that flow through my thoughts. Getting up from the bed, making my way through the house, I visit the sink, splash some water on my face, stopping for a moment to look in the mirror. "Did I make the right decisions, was there anything I could have done different?" I ask the image in the glass. "Things happen for a reason I suppose." So many people have told me those words, but I find no comfort in that fact. Wandering into the kitchen, I find my bottle of pain killers. Staring at them, "Well I'd like to save them for an emergency, but I would really like to sleep," I think to myself. Taking a couple of them, then waiting for them to do their thing.

Noticing it's warmer than usual, I turn on the A/C. I haven't needed it in days, so to need it at night is unusual. I climb back into bed, pull the blankets up over me. My head starts to ease up on the pounding, my neck starts to relax. All of the pain starts to fade. All but one... all but one...