Almost 15 hours of sleep, yet it feels like I never slept at all. My body is exhausted, so heavy that it crushes me under its own weight. Every movement is a struggle, every position becomes uncomfortable, and yet… I never truly sleep.

My sleep is broken, constantly interrupted by my own body. I wake up gasping, like I just ran a marathon, my chest rising and falling too fast, trying to find a steady rhythm again. Sometimes, it’s my stomach pulling, tight and bloated from everything I ate the night before. Other times, it’s my heart pounding too hard, forcing me to shift positions as best as I can.

The night is filled with pauses. Not rest, just interruptions. I wake up drenched in sweat, breathless, my stomach stretched tight… and every time, there’s only one thing that soothes me: eating.

So I eat. A piece of bread, a bite of sugar and butter, some cookies, a spoonful of melted ice cream left by my bed… No matter the hour, my body keeps demanding more. As if it refuses to stop, even in my sleep.

And when morning finally comes, I don’t know if I actually slept… or if I just spent the night making myself even heavier.

Would it really surprise you if I said I’m stil
l hungry?