I never had insomnia before. Sleep always came easily, at the blink of an eye and the touch of a pillow.
But this, now. Eyes refusing to close, watching technicolor replays of you, of us.
Circadian rhythm rewired upside-down; I'm a nocturnal creature, now.
Of course I want the bliss of sleep, but you haunt my dreams too...
Dawn will find me awake. A new day to hope.