Her heart races, unwilling to slow down.
There is no reason for it. She doesn’t know why.
Pulling up the blankets, a slight chill fills the air.
She forces her breath to slow, hoping it helps.
The beating is loud to her ears in the silence of the room.
It is almost going at double time.
She closes her eyes and tries to calm down.
Finally, her exhaustion takes over,
drifting to sleep, as her heart slows.
Ever have one of those nights where you are so tired yet so wound up at the same time?