Insomniac

Sleep has evaded me once again. My eyes were closing, my breath slowing, muscles relaxing. I was entering the darkness of slumber. And then a jolt, a jerk, my eyes pulled open. The light invaded once again. A yawn. A stretch, arms reaching, toes pointing. Stood up from the couch. Walked about the room, to the window, to the desk, to the bathroom, to the bed. Sat on the edge of the mattress. Looked at the clock; nearly three. Lay back and shut my eyes again, but they won't stay closed. And so, my eyes move back to the screen, fingers to the keys. Reading, typing. Writing; the only thing there is.