Sometimes it's like there's a little person in your head tap-tap-tapping away, sometimes gently, sometimes not, when you're trying to fall asleep. Just quietly, happily, trying to fall asleep.
"Bro, you awake? How about that presentation tomorrow, huh? Wonder if the file is on the shared drive. Wow, these covers get warm, you should stick your feet out. Nah, pull 'em back in. What time is it, like 4am or something? Oh, it's 1? Huh. Yo, think that tick gave you Lyme's disease? How would you know? What are the symptoms of Lyme's disease? Should we lay here and think about it for a while? Geez, that dog snores loud. Bro, you sleepin'? How about that pillow, huh? Could this thing get any more lumpy?"
I feel like my insomnia voice seems to sound like a low-level shtick comedian from Jersey working the late shift. He has too much chest hair and not enough good jokes.
(On the other hand, I got up and ate a brownie, so there's that.)
Here's a great little TED talk on the mystery of 4am in literature, music and culture.