Pace. Sit. Pace. Sit.
She does this for hours and then heads straight to bed.
She can’t get her mind to stay silent, and she can’t stop her heart from racing.
Her eyes close for about an hour, but she’s not sleeping.
She opens them back up and looks around the dark room. The shadows whispering everything she tries to ignore the entire day.
They tell her so many things. They make her mind spin, and when she gets up to start pacing around the house the room begins to spin along with her mind.
Dazed and feeling frustrated from not sleeping, she makes herself a cup of coffee.
Sits on the couch with the mug in her hand, steam rising along with her heart rate.
She stares off out the window watching the sun come up, and everyone goes about their day.
She just sits there. The coffee goes cold.
Her phone lights up because it’s always on silent. Some sounds make her clench her jaw.
“Hey! How are you?” the screen asks.
“I’m good!” she replies.
“I’m good!” she lies.
