For me, starts out like this…
A fluttering kaleidoscope of thoughts. Of feelings.
A distant yearning for something obscure, untouchable, unreachable.
But always there, in the back of the mind restraining the body from it's urge to sleep.
At first it's not so bad…
I scour the usual online outlets, read a few pages of an interesting book, experiment with my newest lippy or eyeshadow.
Find a way to get creative without waking those sleeping soundly.
But before too long I'm feeling more and more like the image below and less like the imaginative spark I was at the start.
I wonder how long it'll take to escape it's unrelenting grip this time?