It’s the deep middle of the night and my mind is at full speed despite all of the medication.
Do I take more little pills, feed the problem or suffer, unable to keep the wheels still?
On the sofa with my dogs, my bed is not a comfort, the television is white noise.
Questions pour from my brain that have no answers. My monsters and demons taunt me at nearly 5:00am.
I haven’t the concentration to read, or connect to anything other than my spinning thoughts.
I can’t sleep, cursing the coming dawn.