A Spaztastic Existence

It is 2:56 am and I cannot sleep. Dog, asleep on her pillow, Cats spooning next to me but no sleep for me. To say I am tired would be an understatement but my Adderall pumped brain will not stop running. I often imagine the scene inside my head consisting of a mouse running on wheel. He is wearing a red headband (because this is a comical mouse) and possibly track shorts. He is of corse running upright pumping his little firsts as he works that wheel like there is no tommrow. He is wearing Nikes. Or maybe they are Adidas, they have stripes. He is very tired and annoyed because if I could just fall asleep he could get off that wheel and relax. I feel bad. Poor mouse. 3:03 am, attempting to go to sleep agian.