I wonder what time it is. I shouldn’t even look. It doesn’t matter. I’m not tired. You can’t force sleep. It comes in its own sweet time. Sometimes I wait for it, wishing, hoping it will come. It usually doesn’t. I can’t help it – I check the clock. I just made it worse. But then somehow it’s morning and I don’t know how I got here. The light pours in, telling me it’s time to start all over again.