I used to sleep well, back when I was human. And then again when I was so far from it that nothing I did affected my ability to rest easy. But it’s been a long time since sleep has come so effortlessly. The thoughts that sneak into my mind when I don’t have the conscious control to hold them at bay are enough to keep my eyes wide open.
I look back on the rocky course with such regret.
And nostalgia.
It did hurt less to be utterly unsympathetic.