It's after 2am and I'm still awake. The house is quiet except for the clock on the wall. Each tick sounds louder than the last. I keep checking my phone, but there are no messages. No calls. Just the glow of the screen and the sound of time passing.
I should sleep. I know I should. But my mind won't stop. It keeps going over things I said, things I didn't say, things I wish I could take back. The clock keeps ticking. The minutes keep adding up. Morning feels both too far away and too close.
Sometimes I wonder if everyone else is asleep and peaceful, or if they're lying awake too, listening to the same quiet sounds. The house settles with a creak. The clock ticks again. I close my eyes and try to breathe slower, but my thoughts keep moving.