It's Late

I can't sleep.

My mind is plagued with thoughts.
Of countless "what if"s, "should have"s and "could have"s.
Of memories I wished were fabricated.

They circle around and around and around some more.
My body unconsciously tenses, as if awaiting a physical attack.

It never comes.

The danger is only the spiraling thoughts in my head.
The ones that never rest.

There is a temporary cure.

It's sleep.