I keep sleeping. Like, I feel tired and beaten down like all the time, so I keep sleeping. It's empty and alone but it's not consciousness and knowing you're alone.

I can't sleep. I stay awake for hours in bed staring at the ceiling and the light coming through the curtains. My thoughts are loud and haunting and they won't leave me alone. It's way past midnight and the house is quiet and my phone has nothing new to do or write so I stare at the ceiling until the sun comes up to remind me that there is still life. The world will still go on. And then I fall asleep.

And stay asleep until five or six. And the cycle starts again.