My home. My small home. The slience and darkness that sits in my home. I exist in this home alone and lay in my bed alone. The ceiling always seemed endless at night. A few blankets layered over me to protect me from the cold night. Sleep seemed to be unattainable at this moment and staring was the only activity I could without moving the rest of my body. The slience that surrounded my room was all to familiar to me, but this slience was different in its own way. My body is tired, but my eyes somehow weren’t. My eyes blinked and closed for a couple of minutes, but never have I fell asleep. My phone was always kept away from me at night