Dream Threads

I was unable to focus on one of the 10,000 thoughts running through my head.
So, I laid there feeling restless,
helpless,
useless.

Tossing and turning I shifted
from one side of my bed to the other,
from one end of my bed to the other,
and then back in the middle.
My feeling of restlessness.

My own imagination consumed my every being.
I couldn't manage to control my own thoughts,
my own creations.
My mind more awake and conscious
than my own body.
My feeling of helplessness.

The night dragged on,
my body more awake than the moment before it.
Nothing I could do,
but lay there and ponder.
My feeling of uselessness.

I looked back up at the clock:
five more hours,
I told myself.