Try to sleep. Feel tired. Exhausted. Mind racing. Knees sore. Legs twitchy. Stare at the ceiling. Don’t count sheep. Cannot see them. Think through should-have-been retorts. Laugh at the incredulous. Scene after scene. Thought after thought. Snippets. Looking for the one bright light. Fall asleep sitting. Wake up to the sirens. Not on the street. The television was left on. The sirens wail. Back to the thoughts. Determining which one is bad and which one is reality. Figuring out which is the future. Need to stop the thoughts. They won’t help. Only anger, sadness, and guilt. Time to plug up the thought hole. The abyss within an abyss. All through the night.