4am and I lay awake, reluctantly, my mind restless with innocuous thoughts dragging my body out of its slumber, out from that much needed rest. I'm awaken, contemplative of nothing, eyes still burning, tossing and turn like a dog on a hot summer day trying to find that right spot to get some rest.
My body lays languid, incongruent with my mind. What does it want from me? I struggle to get repose, my brain overactive. It's a struggle to get to sleep and a struggle to stay asleep. My mind haunted by nothingness - my body an unwilling participant of my mental side show.
Once again mind has conquered matter, all hail the conquering hero. To the victor goes the spoils - my body yields, at the mercy of my mind begging for clemency. And now, body and mind are awake - the mind goes to work, contemplating, plotting ways of beating my body into submission; bending it to its will. Now I reluctantly do the bidding of my master. I drag myself from my bed to do whatever my mind tells me. It's 4:38am; I'm awake - wide awake.
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