Restless Nights

Dani Cojocari|February 10, 2015

Tossing and turning,

I can’t seem to relax.

My eyes are shut tight,

But my mind is wide open.

Jumbled thoughts

Swirl ‘round and ‘round

In the empty, hollow cavern

That is my skull.

Bright ideas

Light up dark canvases

That are pinned to the back

Of my eyelids.

I can’t tell if it’s day or night.

I count sheep:

1, 2, 3 – until I lose track around 270.

I change position.

I lie sprawled out on my stomach,

Flat on my back,

Curled in a fetal position.

Nothing feels comfortable.

Nothing feels right

I give up.

I open my eyes,