Matters of the dark

I tell myself again, relax, breathe, sleep! But no! What is it about the night that gets to me? I have often heard and read about how people have a hard time turning a blind eye on their problems, in the light of the day.whilst easily ignoring those pains in the something comfort of the dark. But I obviously don't work that way. My Gran often teases my habits saying they're clocked to some other time zone. I just laugh it off. But the silence of the night screams to me, it speaks volumes! As a child this used to scare me, and for a long time I seriously believed that something was secretly wrong with me. (Oh don't worry,Insanity confirmed) may a nights,a scared little girl stayed awake and cried in bed, begging God to let her fall asleep like the rest of the wonderful snoring people. But alas.

But she learned with time that everything we believe isn't necessarily true and that we can choose what we want to believe in. This was refreshing and conventions and traditions broke. She realized sleep isn't the important thing, peace of mind is.
But Gran still scares me, she insists all this lack of sleep is bound to catch up on, sometime.
For now, all's well.
Dedicated to all the insomniacs out there!!