If I can't sleep what do I do..

I look at my sketch pad. My pencil drawing freely of a woman, her tan skin and dark brown hair. Her tears flowing with her hair. She is me. At 3 o'clock in the morning. My anime covers playing in the background. My mind slowly slips. I know nothing but the soft paper and the hard pencil. My mind fills the gaps. My hand puts color in. The woman crushed stands alone her navy blue dress with a pale blue film over her breasts. She looks calm as tears flow. She is me. She is who I am. My voice whispers. "Sleep" I brush it aside. I know I won't. Ican't. No. It isn't in me. The pencil is. The woman is. The gaps full. The color there. The woman is there. Her tears small but convey more than ones a person such as me would show to the world. My own version of my pain. My own sleep. The only way I sleep without sleeping. Letting my mind drift and my hands nimbly but expertly move. Knowing what to erase. That's when I'm awake, if not for a few moment. I know what to erase. The voice purrs at 4:35 again,

"Rest your hands. But you can keep warm under your blankets" I know it is right. I smile and curl up under my blankets weary hands rest. Weary eyes wide open as the music is changed to a old alternative song. The song lulled that intense emotion from me again but my hands were not ready for another drawing. I pulled them under the covers. I shut my eyes for moments as the sun rose at 6 in the morning. My day of 0 sleep beginning to start. If it hadn't begun already.