Caught Between Comfort and Fear

Sometimes I find myself sitting on the edge of my bed in the middle of the night, not sure whether I’m too exhausted to sleep or just avoiding my thoughts.
The quiet feels heavier than noise, and all my worries seem to jump out of the shadows.
It’s strange how this small space can hold so much inside—hopes, doubts, fleeting moments of peace.
Just a momentary retreat from the world outside that never really lets me breathe easy for long.