insomnia.

heavily breathing. just like my dog when she needs a bit of water. drained, then stopped by a clump of matted hair. strung out, stressed, stretched and worn out from too many smiles. the good times are exhausting. i wish i could sleep, but the two cold-brew coffees i drank at midnight have turned my body into a cage and my brain outside in. the church bells are ringing and they're staying with me in my inside-out brain.