Stubborn Eyes

I should be sleeping, but my eyes refused to remain shut for more than a few minutes at a time. I eventually gave in and let them do whatever they wanted. Apparently, they would rather stare at a black ceiling than at the back of my eyelids. My fingers impatiently drummed the mattress until the muffled rhythm woke my ears. My brain, which was content to overanalyze the day's events, soon couldn't concentrate and decided the best course of action was to exhaust everyone. This is why I'm presently typing and listening to classical music. In a minute, my brain will have my eyes read a Newsweek article about the benefits of sleep, which will hopefully convince them to get a good night's rest.