Its 2.35AM.All are fast asleep.I am turning in and out of my bed struggling to get my eyes deep into the lost world of sleep.."NO NO NO"..its not the first sign of love and all that stupid crap what people say because I had already finished or I should rather say it had been a long lost stage for me by now. I checked out my inbox of my cell phone going back to some memories which created new bruises every now and then also giving me an immense pleasure each time I scrolled down.Tried hard to push aside all the memories and dig into my new fluffy pillow (which I had somehow managed to get from home)unable to bear my tiny heads weight which is soo full of nothing or trying to yell out to me "get the fucking shit outta of me ..plss.."(lucky dat pillows cant speak)I tried to lie down calm figuring the glowing stars in my room which my seniors had left for us to count in our lonely sleep deprived nights. I loved gazing out through my window to the not so lonely sky with darkness accompanied with weird creepy voices of wild creatures trying to explore the silence and ruining it. I forced myself to close my eyes into a deep sleep but my efforts were all a waste. I sat up on my bed pushing behind my pillow towards the wall and leaning onto it thinking of what I could do to survive the whole night without a sleep. I was least bothered to open up some of my books to study nor interested to do some research stuff for my thesis. I had no other option other than removing my laptop and working on it. This was the least that I could do without disturbing my roomie ( even if my typing sound would disturb her and wake her up). I managed to log intomy account in the dark room with my eyes staring like an owl into the screen going through the new posts and browsing through many communities on orkut, facebook,,log in to twitter to check out on new tweets published on my page. All these things still couldn't get back my sleep. I kinda started feeling INSOMNIAC...started dreading things most of them which I could not even fit into. Well, when I start imagining things, it can actually create wonders b'cos my imagination is beyond anybody's expectations and its always something which normal people would never do. I just wanted to write down my 'burning the midnight oil experience'.LOL!!. And here I am just going on typing down something which rather makes sense to me if not for anybody else. I guess my circadian clock has also stopped working. Bed wetting, sleep-walking or rather sleep talking would have been much better options instead of staying awake the whole night. Hoping my insomniac nights end soon or else people will find it really hard to digest my crap and comment over it(..but, please do comment as your comments can only inspire me to continue and improve on my "KID AT BLOGGING" journey.:)
