It's the middle of the night/nearly morning/almost dawn, and you're still lying awake/fighting sleep/staring at the ceiling. Your mind is racing, your body feels restless/jumpy/wired, and every time you think you're drifting off/about to fall asleep/close to slumber, you're jolted back to reality/awake again/out of your doze by a nagging thought or an uncomfortable feeling. You flip and turn/toss and moan/shift in bed, hoping for some relief/sweet dreams/peace. This constant struggle/vicious cycle/endless loop can leave you feeling exhausted/frustrated/depleted and ready to give up/hoping for a miracle/praying for sleep.

Sleepless Nights, Endless Days

The clock whirs, a mocking reminder of the time that melts away. Shadows stretch and yawn across the room as I glint out into the still night. The world dozes, but my mind churns like a dervish. My thoughts collide in a chaotic storm, each one a grating echo of my fear. This tedious cycle drains me, hollowing my strength. I crave for sleep, but it evades just as I grasp for it.

Gazing upon Sheep That Never Come

The empty sky above was a canvas for wandering stars, yet the sheep never appeared. I analyzed them in my mind's gaze, each one a fluffy shadow against the velvet backdrop. But they remained lost in the realm of dreams.

• Disappointment began to invade, as I yearned for the calming rhythm of their groaning.
• Sleep eluded me, trapped in a cycle of counting.

Sleepless Nightmares

Sleep, once a comforting sanctuary, eludes me like a phantom. Each night, the darkness descends, bringing with it not rest, but a mounting fear. My mind races wildly, held captive in a relentless cycle of thoughts that spin. I toss and struggle, exhausted by the very thing that should bring me comfort: sleep.

• Glimpses creep by, each one a painful reminder of my helplessness.
• The world beyond sleeps soundly, unaware of my mental torment.
• Morning arrives, bringing with it a heavy sense of defeat and a prolonged exhaustion that afflicts me throughout the day.

The Midnight Struggle

The celestial beacon hung low in the sky, casting long shapes across the still landscape. A chilling wind moaned through the trees, bringing with it the scent of autumn leaves. It was a moment when trepidation could easily grip your heart. Some people felt peace in the darkness, but for others, it was a arena where their struggles came to life.

• She confronting her own problems, seeking a way from the suffocating night.
• Throughout this midnight struggle strength could be cultivated, but it often came at a heavy toll.

Source From Nightmares

Nightmare fuel, it burns in the deepest crevices of your mind. It's the stuff that makes sleep disturbances, blooms as website phantoms under your bed, and leaves you sweating in the cold morning. Some crave it, some dread it. But once you've tasted its bitter touch, you can never truly be unaffected.

• It festers
• In your dreams
• A haunting echo