Life as a cartoon

A sleepless story

Without sleep, the night connects to day, there is no separation between the sun and the moon. here I stand tired without an end.

In this situation, everything mixes, my head swirls, and memories are forgotten. Time, I need more time ... For sleep.

A few nights ago, the thoughts came and grabbed my sleep. Since then, I'm waiting for a phone call, a ransom demand. But no one calls. Not even to tell me when they'll let it go.

So, I called the police and reported my problem. The only help they were willing to give me was a recommendation to take anesthetic drugs that might be addictive.

After that, I gave up, went to the streets to look for some rest. I was like a zombie among the living. There in the corner of insomnia and despair I prayed, begged God for a few hours of sleep.

After that, I have no idea how I returned home. But here... at my house, in a small room, there was a bed with a pillow and a blanket. I found what my soul desired. My head was placed on the pillow, my body curled up under the blanket. and sleep came to say hello at last.