A gaping emptiness slowly consumes you tonight. It comes fleetingly, from some place unknown.
A heavy weight pressing down upon your soul, it feels difficult to breathe. Yet, there is a certain ethereal quality, and you wonder if it is no more than a figment of the imagination – something born out of needless fears and tears.
Eventually, it will disappear as mysteriously as it came, and sleep will overcome you. When you wake in the morning this feeling will be long gone though the unexplained memory will remain.
This is restlessness of the inexplicable kind.