She lay in bed staring at the ceiling. It seemed these days its all she ever did, lie in bed and stare at the ceiling. Insomnia had become a close friend and the sandman didn’t visit anymore. She’d imagined the sleep deprivation would be taking its toll on her physically. Instead it would seem the mere act of lying in bed gave her body all the rest it needed. It was her mind that was going crazy. Instead of being tuned in and working full power for 16 hours a day, it seemed her processor was on every hour around the hour 24/7.
At first she was attracted to the possibilities, the potential of achieving the unachievable through being able to work and think around the clock. Yet with time she was running out of thing to do, out of games and things to distract herself with. She’d already read all the books in her library, seen all the movies, solved all the puzzles. She’d organized her room, caught up on her work backlog, edited her poetry and was now over analysing her life into insanity.
Its not like she chose not to sleep. She had tried everything, showers, warm milk, counting till her mind was numb… none of it seemed to work. So once again, she lay in bed staring at the ceiling.