Short about childhood insomnia produced for the first issue of the Studio 306 collective zine.
When I was younger, I struggled with insomnia for several years. Dreading the moments leading up to bedtime, I would do everything in my power to delay the inevitable isolation. My hope was that I would drift into the unconscious realm before my parents darkened and silenced the house. Without the merciful release of sleep and the unreality of dreaming, I would be left to drift in the vast emptiness of solitary consciousness and to face the real darkness there.