Those minutes where I am alone, just me and my pillow. I think. A lot. I think about everything, anything. It varies form “what am I doing with my life?” to “did I have homework?” The room is so silent, but my mind is so loud. It drives me crazy because the things I would never think about, I think about. Sometimes, I hate it because it brings up things I rather never think about again. The spilt second before I sleep is the most active second of my life.