I want to sleep

!

It all started when my boyfriend broke up with me. I fell into depression and stopped hanging out with friends. All my thoughts were focused on how unfair life was to me, what I'd done to deserve this treatment, and so on. I developed terrible insomnia. I fell asleep quickly, but there would come a point at night when I'd wake up and start doing what I loved – lying there thinking about how miserable my life was, while also gossiping about my ex. I only managed to fall asleep in the early morning. After trying all the folk remedies for this affliction, I gave up, went to the pharmacy, and bought some ordinary sleeping pills. My health was starting to be in danger with this kind of lifestyle.

After taking another dose of my sleeping pills, I fell asleep quickly that night. However, my sleep didn't last long. I woke up to the sound of some kind of creature jumping on the edge of my bed, rocking it so hard it creaked. Drowsy and exhausted, I propped myself up on my elbows to figure out what was going on. The following scene met my gaze: a small, furry creature with horns and hooves was dancing playfully at my feet, crumpling the blanket. Just like the devil! It was pointing with its paw, or maybe its hand, I don't know, straight at the chandelier. The light from the window illuminated the loop-shaped structure well. I felt no fear at all. Completely certain that this was either a dream or a cruel joke of my exhausted body, I simply turned to the wall and tried to fall asleep. Needless to say, I failed, as the bed was shaking. Oddly enough, it didn't bother me at all; I repeat, I was sure it was a dream. I couldn't think of anything better to say than to shout, "Get lost, I want to sleep!" across the room. I said it with such indignation and brazenness that the jumping creature calmed down a bit and hopped off somewhere, disappearing into the darkness. Drowsy and tired, I lay back down and quickly fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up with my favorite headache. When I got out of bed, I was overcome first by surprise, and then by a terrible feeling of dread. My belt, which I had personally bought last year, was dangling from my chandelier in the sunlight. It was tied in a loop, twisted in a strange and incomprehensible way. On weak legs, I walked closer – yes, hanging myself with my weight from such a flimsy structure would be difficult. Further confirmation that the night visitor wasn't a figment of my imagination came from my blanket—its entire lower half was so mangled and torn, as if a car had driven over it. At that moment, I was trying to figure out what had happened. Terrified, I carefully examined the scene. Still unable to comprehend what had happened, I returned to my normal life. Life slowly improved, my insomnia subsided. I don't go near sleeping pills anymore...