Therapy Bits

The clock ticked faintly in the quiet room, its hands mocking me as I stared at the ceiling in the dim glow of my bedside lamp. My bed, once a haven of comfort, now felt like a cage imprisoning me in sleeplessness. I shifted and turned, searching for a position that might lure sleep closer, yet my thoughts raced like untamed horses. Outside, the moon hung serene, its silver light indifferent to the storm swirling in my mind. I counted breaths, sheep, and stars, all in vain, as the hours crawled forward with the weight of eternity. Dawn’s first light finally seeped through the curtains, revealing the bittersweet relief of another day, and the cruel promise of exhaustion it carried.

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