Selfish MR. Sandman

Tonight’s gonna be a loooong night — again. Three nights without sleep made me a walking zombie during the day. THREE LONG NIGHTS. I even stopped drinking coffee just to feel any sign of drowsiness. And even if I did manage to fall asleep, I would wake up in the wee hours of the morning not knowing why, or sometimes sweating and crying from a bad dream.  I would try to go back to sleep, but it would take me hours to drift off to dreamland — and the cycle goes on.

I’ve been trying to sleep for the past two hours, but Mr. Sandman’s too selfish to grant me sleep. PLEASE. LET ME SLEEP.