I Can’t Sleep

There's a cricket it my room.

I hear it as I lay in bed, staring numbly at the ceiling. It's constant chirping, having started a few hours before, is starting to blend together now, and becomes more of an endless warble that picks at my brain uncomfortably. My shoulders are tensing as the irritable sound persists, but I'm too tired to really get angry.

It's too loud.

An ache begins to form behind my eyes and I let out a resigned sigh; but I know. I know that if the chirping stopped, I would miss it. The chirping breaks the awful silence of my room, thus keeping the clawing hands of anxiety away from my mind. But still.

It's too loud.