Insomnia

Proloque

Calvin lied on his bed, desperately trying to fall asleep before noon. A common occurrence for the boy.It never seemed to work out for him though, as he would be tossing and turning for hours before his body would finally pass out from sleep deprivation and a massive drop in his blood sugar caused by energy drinks and inhuman amounts of coffein.

Obviously, it was not a healthy process.

But it was not like he had any alternative. His sleeping habits have become increasingly worse during the last few months. He was lucky getting any sleep at all at this point.

This turn for the worse could eventually lead him back to taking sleeping pills, something he absolutely despised to even think about.

Calvin turned around in his bed and picked up the earlier fallen blanket off the floor. He flattened it out on top of himself and tried to yet again fall into the blissful state called sleep.

After another 30 minutes of struggling,the concept of falling asleep seemed too unreachable to accomplish for Calvin.

Maybe he needed a change. This tactic was wearing off. Could you even call it a tactic?

He should try to tire out his body,since all the exercise he did was walking from his room to the fridge and back. Possibly an hour long walk out would help? Probably not,but fuck it, he was desperate.

He was actually going out for a walk at night.

Calvin groaned as he got out of bed,not bothering to fold the bed now behind him. I mean, what's the point? You're going to sleep in it later anyway.

He walked to his closet, dragging his feet all the way. Pulling out completely random clothes for himself(A black hoodie, a simple t-shirt, jeans and his signature snapback of course) Calvin thought about equally as random things. Like the pretty shades of the clouds that could be visible at the moment if he stepped outside. Or the moon. It would look pretty too. If it was outright now.

You know when you get so lost in your thoughts you forget you're doing something until you have progressed to the next point?

Calvin was stepping out of his front door, phone and key in hands.

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