Insomnia in Icelandic: svefnleysi

I can't sleep through an entire night. What little naps I do partake are doused with dreams so stirring I end up feeling less than rested. That said, I'm all the more weary upon waking.

I am so wary of another night's specter. An offer of disquiet discouragement handed by insomnia's fidgeting fingers. Such a grasp of apprehension.

Blanched pale as snow, my sunless eyes in shadow. I've been troubled and downhearted. Provoked or consequential this depressive state has made ill of me.

A chill frosted over me and made it's winter-kill.