Abby
No matter how hard I try, I just can’t sleep.
Between the noise of the reporters outside, the curious onlookers, the flash of the cameras and my own anxieties, I feel like I’m trapped in a state of exhaustion with no way out. I’ve tried tossing and turning. I’ve tried covering my head with my pillow. I’ve tried headphones, white noise, the couch, the bed, tea, meditation…
And none of it works.
Finally, after what feels like hours of futile attempts to sleep, I finally give up. With a sigh, I sit up and swing my legs over the edge of the bed. I decide to make my way to the kitchen to brew some coffee this time, figuring that if I can’t sleep, I might as well just get some caffeine in my system so I can power my way through the night.
Taking care not to turn on any more lights than
