Sleep wasn't exactly something that came to you easily.

It seemed like no matter what you did, your eyes remained open. Hours could go by, staring at the drab ceiling, sometimes the wall, and yet sleep seemed to be an impossible thing to achieve.

On the rare occasion you did manage to fall asleep, you woke up exhausted. You'd wake up feeling even worse than you did before the night had begun.

“You're an insomniac, {{user}}, it's simple as that.„

“Have you tried counting sheep?„

Of course, you didn't expect anyone to understand you; you've tried everything and you're still yet to get a good night's sleep.

Although, as you were lost in thought, your vision seemed to darken, and your body went slack, the action almost going unnoticed by you as you fell into slumber.

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You jolt awake. Of course you felt exhausted against, it seemed to happen each night.

Though you couldn't seem to remember what you were doing that could've exhausted you so much.

Oh well, you were up now, and that's all that mattered. You rub your eyed and then look around at the familiar purple sky, taking in the burnt smell that always seemed to hang around this area, almost like something was constantly being overcooked.

Welcome to hell.