Updated: Mar 19, 2021
I can't sleep.
Or to be clearer, my dreams have dispersed and replaced by the bright artificial glow of my mobile.
It's 5:04am and all is as quiet as can be in a city.
Sleepy warmth escapes with each tap on the screen.
Eyes refocus. Sleep seeps out of them.
I should go back and rest. I tell myself.
Illogically I think forcing myself to go back 'to it' will magically transport me in front of a door marked 'Sleep'.
I sigh and keep typing my floating thought.
If nothing else, I have this.
It wasn't a wasted glow.
Photo by Hadinet Tekie