InsaneJournal

Insomnia: an issue that has plagued Theo for years now, has once again made an appearance and has been taunting him all night. He was restless, unable to close his eyes without them opening almost instantly there after. Before he even hit the sack, he knew he was tired. His eyelids begged for him to just lie down so that they could rest, but once his head hit the pillow, all hell broke loose. Counting the numerous times he tossed and turned would exceed how many fingers and toes he had. The moonlight was the first to be blamed. Theo could only sleep when it was pitch black, unless he was excessively exhausted or too drunk to even care. The curtains where not thick enough to mask the glow seeping into the room, and even when he achieved to exhale the light by hanging up a piece of clothing over each window, he still could not sleep.

Perhaps it was because he was thinking too much. Thinking about the last thing he told Helene, the last time he was in present company with Lilah and James, and the last brother he has yet to see. But also that one woman whom he had once fallen deeply in love with and how he fucked it up by acting like a complete moron towards her and basically pushing her away with his actions. He vowed, the day after, that he would never - or at least try - be that way again. Even if it was too late.

Despite the fact that his body was aching to be replenished with a good night's sleep, his mind could not stop exercising. Slowly but surely Theo rose from the bed and replaced his shirt, leaving it untucked. He slipped on his boots and grabbed a quirley and a match or two (just in case something happened to the first). He rubbed his face with a free hand with annoyance. Sleeping at this moment sounded like the greatest of joys and all he wanted to do was relish in that joy by closing his eyes and drifting off into whatever it was he would dream about. But now the only thing he was going to do was walk downstairs, sit outside, and smoke his damn cigarette.

Theo shut the door to his room after exiting and passed the two other doors before heading down the stairs and making his way outside. The moonlight crept from beneath the roof, mocking him. He simply shook his head, lit the match and pressed the flame to the smoke that hung from his lips. He shook out the lit match, tossed it aside, then took a seat on the top step connected to the porch. Very few were still out, but he wondered if any of them were having the same problem he was so unappreciatively experiencing.