an exercise in futility

in hope that my insomnia might also be caused by my bed, i decided to try and make my bed feel as foreign as possible. i flipped the mattress. changed the sheets. aired out my comforter (and the room as well - it was cold like an australian dorm room).

all in vain. because i still couldn't sleep.

although, it was the first time since i've been back that i've remembered one of my dreams. perhaps i slept better, that is, when i finally managed to get some shut eye.