Shuffling on bed sheets for just one comfortable position that feels right. Toss and turn underneath a thick blanket adding to it with warmth, but it doesn’t feel right when my body always ends up towards the ceiling. All the warmth and turning leaves me staring at the clock, hoping these eye lids miraculously close behind blinds of eye lashes into a bright morning. Time passes by and i’m left awake still drawn towards a hopeless night when hours are away from dawn is greeting me through the cracks open from my blinds. Echoes pounding against my ears as I beat the alarm that would have woken me from a deep sleep, but stared until it was seconds away from ringing repeatedly—i’m up before I should be.