Even now I can’t tell if I was lying when I told her that I didn’t like to sleep.

Sometimes it’s all I want to do, but I’ve never given in.

I said that I have more interesting things to do when I’m awake than while I sleep.

That much is true, but that’s not why I can’t sleep.

I know why I can’t sleep but I cannot say it.

There is a heavy pressure lying low in my stomach.

I want to run.

From this.