The Dancing Thoughts

There once was a girl who couldn't sleep. She couldn't sleep because thoughts came wandering all over her and her room when she tried to get some shut-eye. They walked with heavy steps over her on top of her duvet and tickled her feet. If she fell asleep from exhaustion they'd force her eyes wide open and grin in her face. Sometimes they were so intriguing they made her get up and watch the show they had put together for her. But the shows always went off on a tangent and fell apart because the thoughts were never able to fully cooperate. Sometimes she'd tried to capture them by writing about them on paper, but some would always hide in the corners of her room and jump at her when she least expected it. She tried keeping them at bay with meditation and breathing exercises to make her body slow down and ignore the thoughts. But the little bastards always found a way to disturb her from getting any rest. One day she went to an island. A barren, cold island where life was simple and it seemed like most of the thoughts had stayed at home. They must've had a fear of flying or something, she thought. And finally one day on the island, the thoughts stayed outside her door and let her get a good night's rest.