Sleeping was usually hard for Wooyoung, and this is not trying to intend that he doesn’t sleeps, or he dislikes it, all the contrary, he loves sleeping as much as he loves eating and cooking, and he loves it a lot. The thing is that, despite his liking for resting, his illness and himself didn’t allow him to as much as he’d want. There were nights were his mind just wasn’t up to sleep, either the meds causing some insomnia and giving him more energy than what he needed at night or his thoughts making it impossible of him, his ears picking all the sounds around him and holding on tight to them to the point were it was frustrating.
On the other nights when falling asleep wasn’t the challenge, the action of sleeping consistently without any type of disruption seemed to be an even worse for the man. Sometimes being awoken by the alarm of low oxygen levels in his blood at 11 p.m., or his body coughing him awake at 2 a.m. along with a lot of other stuff such as food sickness, headaches or other symptoms his body just turned on while he was fast asleep. Forcing him out of his dreams really constantly.
