I've been tossing and turning for hours but I just can't get to sleep.
So I came downstairs; stopped twice to look back behind me because I genuinely thought someone was following me; to drink a big as glass of milk because apparently that's a thing.
I notice it's nearly 3am and now I'm super paranoid. I get my milk, hear more soft thudding on the stairs, and book it out of the kitchen into the lounge.
Now I'm sitting here, friggin tired but wired, with a glass of milk I don't think I can drink because my stomach is doing loops and I feel sick.