I wonder if it's some sort of madness setting in. I've put the book down and turned over for sleep. Exhausted. However, my mind is restless and continues quite well without me. It's making up things. It's stuck on a page. Reading the same sentence over and over. It likes a good book, my mind.
Triggered by something a bit more than silence. I breathe. My eyes flutter open. My eyes flutter shut. I move my limbs, but only slightly.
My mind puts the book down and turns over. The lights goes off. I sleep.