At 3 AM, I was still awake. I was kept awake, and it seemed sleep had no intention of befriending me that night. It was weird, I seldom have such sleepless nights and yet there I was staring at the ceiling of my room. I tried everything from reading to blinking my eyes continuously to try and get some sleep but the result being, still the overcrowded mind.
Twisting and turning to all the possible sleeping positions, I lost hope and sat upright. What was I to do? I had tired myself with everything and I really wanted to sleep. Sighing, I lied down again, and squished the extra pillow to my face.
After a while, the fan started to make some noise. Honestly, after 3 AM in the morning even my own footsteps would have scared me. I got up and switched off the fan. The weather was cool outside so I thought I could do without it. I was drifting off to sleep, I finally was but something kicked in to my mind, and just like that any possible chance of sleep went away.
I started to feel so warm suddenly I had to get up and switch on the air conditioner. I wouldn’t risk the fan again. But even the sound of the compressor was disturbing me now. I still left it on with a few hours timer, hoping with the cool air I would go off to sleep.
The last I saw the time was 4:30 and then suddenly I woke up with a start at 5:15. I was starting to feel cold. I put off the AC and then went off to sleep but the dear sleep de-friended me again just in few minutes time. At 5:40, I was wide awake again. I was feeling hot!
I risked the fan, and with a screech it went about giving me cool air, but I knew nothing could get me back to sleep, it was a lost hope. I opened the windows and the balcony door of my room, looking at the depressing sky, the sun was just about to come out but the clouds hided him well. The weather was cool outside, even drizzling a little bit, so I couldn’t even go out for a morning walk. And yet I felt warm and the need of fresh air. Fresh air? I was just breathing that, what else did I want? Silently, I returned to my room and slumped down on the bean bag.
To avoid boredom anymore, I put on some slow music on my phone. I had long lost hope for any proper sleep that night. I sat there, looking outside at the beautiful rain, slowly spreading across the morning making it duller and gloomy outside, hiding the faintest signs of sun.
At 6, I made myself a cup of coffee and sat there looking outside, rain water tricking down the tree leaves, falling onto the ground, creating a small puddle.