I can't sleep. The sun will come up in another hour.
I remember the last time I had a case of insomnia this bad. It was one of my darkest days. Something bad happened. Then it played in my head over and over again for the whole night until the sun rose. There was no one I could talk to. Everyone either was asleep, or apathetic. My problems were merely petty and trivial.
If there is a hell, hell probably would've been this. Silent torment for hours and hours without being able to sleep.
But now, I just have plain bad insomnia. All is quiet, with not a bad emotion or thought. Just the emptiness of the night and a sudden remeniscence of the past.
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