118 Overthinking

I lay sprawled on the cold, wide bed with my eyes staring at the ceiling waiting for sleep to come and push me to the magical portals of dreamland. But I'd been in that position for nearly half an hour but I couldn't even feel a tinge of sleepiness.

It was past eight in the evening and I should have been asleep but I found myself restless, twisting and turning on the bed. It must be the near-death experience today which kept me troubled until now.

My mind was tired, my body exhausted. It had been a long day. Yet, I couldn't just fall asleep no matter how hard I tried to. I tried reading a book but I surrendered and put it down since it's not working either.

So I just lie there on the bed, eyes wandering around the ceiling and counting the artificial stars glowing above while hoping soon I would drift into a peaceful slumber.