The restless nights

The sun light dim and the black satin fall
The moon light shone fadedly brightening the cloud within

Here I lie on my bed, the sheer cold and the night gets old
How can I ever have a relax rest in my comfort territory, so small it is just enough for a body.

I hugged my teddy and tug under the blanket, the side of my cheek rested comfortably and warm my pillow. All seems so peaceful.

But as the night gets older, even a drop of pin will wake me.
The mind runs a journey suddenly.
And I will wake up thinking, if I have rested completely.


The clock ticks and I counted every minute. I need a good sleep! Why cant I sleep? Why do I wake up with fist clench tightly? I wanna a relaxed sleep!

Dont tell me I can do it. dont tell me I should not be thinking. I have been training my mind to calm and rest in peace.

Do I really have to wait till the day when the final rest sets in? The rest that drew out the soul and make me float at a corner of the room and looking at my body expressionlessly?