I think I’m a Vampire
No, really!
I don’t sleep. Ever.
A lifelong insomniac, who finally actually started telling doctors about it. The pills don’t help. I lay awake for hours upon hours, willing the sweet abyss of the subconscious to whisk me away.
Sometimes it never does. It leaves me, like a kid abandoned on a playground, unfathomably hurt by the rejection. I’ve tried everything- no electronics an hour before bed, ridiculous amounts of melatonin, no sugar; anything and everything.
Even the prescribed meds don’t work. Pill after pill, with weird Latin derivative names that are so long I can’t keep track of them all.
And so I gave up. My body will just figure it all out right?
Wrong. I’m now fully nocturnal. I sleep in the day, if I’m lucky, and am fully awake at night.
It’s hard maintaining relationships on a completely different schedule, even the platonic ones. The whole world snores, while I’m trapped into consciousness, held hostage by my own brain.
The doctors were shocked when I told them I only sleep three hours a day.
“But… how do you function”
Very slowly. And sometimes very quickly. There’s no in between; my mind is racing pushing productivity to uncharted heights, or I struggle to get out of bed.
And it’s changing me. Slowly, ever so slowly…
Right about now’s where the sharp, pointy teeth come in.
