Insomniac

Here I am in front of the computer again. I am alone here in the living room as usual. People here in this creepy old house are sleeping - except me, of course. I never hit the sheets as early as eleven in the evening. I usually call it a night when the clock says that it's 6 am in the morning. My bro told me awhile ago, while my brain is still clouded, that I have insomnia. Although I'm a little bit of a sleepyhead that time, I still can remember what my brother told about me being an insomniac. Okay so now I honestly admit that I am an insomniac. Like, it's a big deal. But other people said that you could die when you lack of sleep. Okay, so a typical, healthy and obviously normal human would sleep for about 6-8 hours while me, the weirdest human in this entire universe, would sleep for only 4 hours everyday. It's like, I'm a celebrity who's got a lot of appointments that's why I never had the chance to sleep. Might as well purchase that bottle of sleeping pills on the shelf of the drug store so I finally had this good night's sleep for the very first time in my life. I just hope that I could sleep as early as midnight - and that, for me, I will consider a miracle.