It is a common fact for many I'm sure, but I cannot sleep through the night. Though, apparently, that has been the case since infancy. My mother used to have to find certain noises to lull baby Ribbon to sleep. Albeit, briefly.

(I also feel immensely guilty for it, knowing that I must have been a major headache in those crucial months / years after birth.)

I often struggle with dreams that are unsettling, or horrific whenever I do sleep. I think it's quite funny that I never could grow out of this. On a brighter note, these dreams are an amazing source of inspiration when it comes to my writing.