Restless in The Beginning

Another night of laying awake, another cruelty for not being able to sleep.
The minutes go by and I’m consciously aware that with each passing minute, means one less minute of sleep. At some points I wonder if I should even sleep at all? If I cannot sleep, why not stay awake to read? To educate myself?
This is the only time that I am allowed complete quietness and solitude. It’s comforting.
I am able to do what I please; I can imagine great fortresses of plentiful women and lushfull fruit. I can spend countless hours researching endless topics of Humanity or simple indulge in music.
I can do all of this and more with no interruptions. No one will judge me, for I am my own ruler.