Excerpt: Sunsoaked Insomnia

Today is the fifth day that I haven't been able to fall asleep. I have spent so many hours during nights just like tonight sitting around with nothing to do. I spend all my time waiting on the sun to rise, or waiting for my head to hit the pillow. It’s endless and lonely and I have no one to talk to. Sitting around like this, I just now got the idea while I was sitting at the coffee table. I think I have figured out a way to put some use to my time. How about this: from now on, for every night that I can't sleep, I will write a letter to someone. It could be to a friend, to a past lover, to a family member, to a stranger, to someone I want to meet. It could be to anyone, or even no one. The letters might be about love, sadness, or adventure, or maybe I’ll tell a story about when I was a kid. I can't imagine what it might say yet, but I have so much to tell. I’m sure this could take up a lot of the empty space I’m not filling with my sleepless nights. We'll just have to wait until the restlessness hits. Maybe I can inspire someone else to write something, that’s what I keep considering. What if I actually change someone’s life? Well, I might be getting carried away. I can do that when I’m tired. There might be a chance that something good can come out of this… or maybe I should just get to sleep.

Until then,
Elliot xx