It’s 3 a.m. Another day of guilt. Another night of restlessness. I’m lying in bed while your story keeps me awake. It started when I heard you had the virus, and that you might not recover. I felt sorry that your life would be passing any moment, tragically, much sooner than we all expected…
— Read on dreaminginfiction.com/2020/10/10/an-insomniacs-story-by-mark-tulin/
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
Oh, the story is heartbreaking. It was painful to read.
There never seems to be merry stories when you can’t sleep. It’s a bummer. 🙂
Indeed it is.
Amazing blog you got and thanks for following
Very welcome. It’s mutual. 🙂
Wow! I hope this is good therapy for those who go through similar stories. It lets them know they’re not the only ones to suffer.
Either that, or be good to the ones that matter.