Melatonin

Marla lies awake at night. She desperately tries to reach sleep, but the harder she tries, the further it slips away. Following the moon's enchanting flute melody, her bed begins to march through the night in rhythm with her own pulse, carried by her inner restlessness. Around her, her nocturnal demons manifest: small, twitching creatures born from her thoughts, multiplying and burrowing into her mind. Marla fights with all her might to capture, smother, or tear them apart. But the demons seem to delight in the struggle. A grotesque power play unfolds. The more intensely Marla fights, the faster her bed gallops through the night. The world around her grows more chaotic, more vibrant, more distorted - a psychedelic vortex of shapes, colors, and inner states. When the sun finally rises, the demons retreat. Marla has lost the night, but the storm subsides. Exhausted, she gazes at the sparkling sunrise, where for the first time, she senses a hint of calm.