During the day, while the sun shines, my eyelids droop. At my desk, I am seized by yawns and slowly nod off. Sound becomes distant, echoing.

As dark falls, the yawns die down. Energy returns. When it is time to sleep, I toss and turn. I wake, look at the clock, and sigh. The hours pass. Slowly.

Welcome to insomnia.

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