"I can't sleep", I texted him.
"Babe, don't do this to me again.", I texted again as I saw the grey ticks turn blue.
"This is not working Natasha. Your mental health issues are too much for me to handle. There's work, and you know how mom has been picking these girls..."
I long pressed the power button. I needed to get out of here. If only getting out of bed was easier!
I somehow managed, my head spinned in circles from not having slept 3 nights in a row. Squinting , the zero power light too bright for my eyes accustomed to being in dark. I managed to reach mom- dad's bedroom. The struggle it takes to get into bed is a trillion times eensy as compared to getting out, even if you've to crawl in the space between two grown individuals.
That night, amid all the problems, as I slept between mom and dad, in a space where I barely fit, I felt 8 again. Most importantly, that night I finally slept.