4:17 AM
Something must have been wrong. Every clock in the house was broken.
4:17 AM
4:17 AM

They were all stuck there. Noises that he didn't know existed began to make themselves known in this dead moment. Everything around him was asleep. The refrigerator clacked with a new batch of ice, followed by that quiet hum.
4:18 AM
The night goes by so much more slowly. Dreams that can last for hours happen in just a moment. It goes by slowly for those still awake too.

Samuel slowly moved his head into his son's room. His head rested just below his pillow. The boy's sprite-like face seemed so content, so peaceful. Samuel gazed at his son, feeling so happy that he rested so well. He stared until his eyelids felt heavy, and his gaze turned into a glare. Jealousy slowly creeped its way into his unresting skull.

The glare grew more intense, but the boy lay there, sublimely unperturbed. Samuel wanted to sleep, but he couldn't. It had been days since he rested for the night, and years since he slept like that damned son. He had to get out. He needed to breath. The air had become stagnant. The walls no longer hummed with the air conditioner's breeze. He closed the door, leaving the youth back in darkness.

The winter air felt good. He felt it flow through his lungs, reminding him that he's alive. That he's...awake. He was defeated. There was nothing. He only wanted sleep. To close his eyes and drift into his subconscious. He stumbled into the yard, swaying to and fro more and more with each step until he eventually collapsed.

In his fall, however, he felt a pain in his neck. He landed, as it just so happens, on a rock. It had hit the back of his neck and instantly shot a pain throughout his entire body that only lasted a moment. He blinked, staring at a streetlamp. He had no will to move.
Blink.
Blink.

Blink.
He saw an injured bug make its way across the frozen grass. Mother Nature was beginning to wake. He went to lift himself and start his day. Perhaps he'd sleep this next night.

He couldn't. Move, that is. His body had become paralysed from the fall. Every bit of his body was perfectly motionless, as still as the boy he envied so much. Every inch was still--except his eyes. They filled with fear as they searched around frantically, now too afraid to even blink. His body had become a corpse baffling contorted across his suburban lawn. Even now though, he found no sleep.
Blink.
4:22 AM