Insomnia

I lie here in the dark waiting. It eludes me like an answer on the tip of my tongue. I wait anxiously wondering will it ever come? My mind is filled with the events of the day and worries of tomorrow. The hours slowly tick away. I while away the night alone. I hear your snoring and I wish the same for myself. I rise to finish a mundane task, grab a snack, or to watch a movie. My heavy eyes watch as the eastern horizon lightens. I gently climb under the covers so as not to disturb. The ghost slowly descends upon my spent body. Finally, sleep arrives.