My heart races like a horse at full speed. The tension underneath my skin is sky high, never calming down, no matter how many times I breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out.
There is nothing wrong, nothing to be worried about, yet my mind is too full and too empty at the same time, like a hummingbird at a garden full of lush, colorful flowers, unable to chose where to feed next. I wish my mind would give up on its useless whirling and decant into the blissful oblivion of night.
Instead, the melatonin just hints at drowsiness, and sleep is so far away it is just but a dream out of reach.
Insomnia, my faithful enemy, has struck again.