Monumental fear
I have sleeping problems lately. Perhaps because I start running lately and my body resets to sleep during the night, or at least demands rest after a 6K run. Just imagine, I only have 2-3 hours of sleep within 2 days. My mind is shooting serotonin stars throughout my nervous system, not to mention endorphin downpours. This is how I actually stay sane all those years. It really works with the bonus of being physically fit.
Anyway, there is only one solution to my sleeping issue - Kieran. It’s not like I’m so into him, but he’s like part of me. He sends out good drowsy feeling of some sort from the Sandman’s alchemy list. But of course, we always end up what we are best doing… doing. Each other. There’s this strange connection between sex and sleep. I’m afraid so. It actually reminds me of this movie:
Of course, I’m not that quiet that lonely to stay awake since eight years old. I have always manage to cry myself to sleep. The movie tells of how true love, sex and sleep work altogether. I mean, Kieran is true love (check… according to him and I think so too), sex (check oh yeah check) and sleep (check).
Well, we have our ways, Kieran and I.
I’m not an insomiac. I just need to get laid. Badly.
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