Griever
Alone Among Ghosts
- May 1, 2025
- 221
Every night, she climbed into bed hoping this time would be different. But as the hours passed, the silence thickened around her like fog. The room was dark, still, and somehow too loud. Her thoughts wouldn't stop - a relentless parade of memories, what-ifs, and regrets.
She turned over for the third time in ten minutes, watching the red numbers on the clock change, each one a reminder that morning was creeping closer and she was still wide awake. Her eyes burned, her chest felt heavy, and the weight of another sleepness night pressed down on her.
It wasn't just about not sleeping anymore. It was the loneliness that came with it - the sense that the world had moved on without her, dreaming peacefully while she lay trapped in her own mind. And when the first light of dawn broke through the curtains, it didn't feel like hope. It felt like defeat.
Another night lost. Another day to survive on empty.
She turned over for the third time in ten minutes, watching the red numbers on the clock change, each one a reminder that morning was creeping closer and she was still wide awake. Her eyes burned, her chest felt heavy, and the weight of another sleepness night pressed down on her.
It wasn't just about not sleeping anymore. It was the loneliness that came with it - the sense that the world had moved on without her, dreaming peacefully while she lay trapped in her own mind. And when the first light of dawn broke through the curtains, it didn't feel like hope. It felt like defeat.
Another night lost. Another day to survive on empty.
