Another sleepless night

Last night I struggled against this wakeful world yet again. My eyelids were heavy with dreams they would never see. I laid awake listening to the insects humming their tune into the peaceful dark of the late night. The fight against my racing mind for the sleep that I craved was lost in the waning moonlight. My eyes begged my mind to stop, for even in that one moment of silence, sleep may have snuck in. But it didn't, and I laid awake. Instead of laying in frustration yet again, I started thinking about my future, with tomorrow seeming a faint light on the horizon, propelling me through the darkness of the perpetual night. I closed my eyes in hope this time, not desperation. My future flashed brightly in front of my eyes, the shadows dancing on my eyelids. And as my mind finally gave, I feel asleep into a dream already in progress.