Sleepless: Leo

Three days. That's how long it's been since my baby slept. It's been five days since the incident with Kyle and his lackeys. That night, as well as the next two, I awoke to Cyrus screaming. Begging incoherently, while tears streamed down his face as he clawed at his body. The third night, after I finally pulled him from his nightmare, I held him for an hour as his mind locked itself into a cycle of anxiety attacks and intense paranoia. That was the last straw, in his eyes, and so began his streak of insomnia. The next night, he simply refused to sleep. He laid in my arms, waiting for me to drift off and wake up again. When I tried to bring it up, he simply brushed it off, saying 'it'll pass'. It didn't stop me from worrying.

The change in him from lack of sleep became more noticeable the longer it went on. He was extremely irritable and agitated with any and everyone that wasn't me. His usually emotionless face had turned into a permanent glare that threatened violence at t