The Curious Case of the Z Note

It seems at night my imagination runs faster than any marathon runner I've ever heard of. Clearly introductions to ideas are not my thing, but I swear I'm going somewhere with this. I fear that when I'm going about my day I am going too fast and too oblivious. I let my stress subside and any insecurities I have are instantaneously brushed under the rug. But at night when I lay my head down and attempt to pray to whoever is listening, all that is put on the back burner during the day is now front and center. I can't fall asleep. Now maybe I went to bed too early, but I hardly think 11 pm is early. Why can't I catch the off chance of earning sleep? Perhaps it's a sign that I'm saving all of my stress for a time that is a bad time. Shall I move slower during my day? Take my problems and execute them carefully with focus? Then again maybe it's the scary movie I watched before bed. Most likely not because I know the difference between a movie and real life. I think it's the fear of what is to come. That saddens me. To not be able to look forward to tomorrow and the next day and the next is a sad thing. I feel like maybe I can't sleep right now because I have no desire to get to tomorrow. Which is probably entirely true.