4 Hours 'Til Alarm [rings]

It's 2:29 in the morning and here I am again.

I'm lying awake while my roommate sleeps soundly down the hall.

Racing thoughts and a slightly uncomfortable stomachache keep me from getting any shuteye.

I'm wondering if there's a reason God keeps waking me up in the middle of the night or if I'm just slowly inheriting my father's habitual worrywart-ness. (Is that a word?)

Well, it is now.

Some clarity would be good, God.