Puamana

2 AM

2 am. Dripping sweat I kick my sheets onto the ground and roll over, frantically grabbing a glass of water off the side table. I quickly drink it without taking a breath in between, but my thirst does not feel quenched in the slightest. My mind is pounding as if someone is clanging cymbals on both sides of my head. Tears stream down my face as this is now nearing 3 weeks without a night of sleep. I feel delusional, like my mind is slipping away. The anxiety in me says to calm down so I can rest, but then the spinning thoughts work against everything I am trying to achieve.