Cover Photo: A photograph of a wooden bed covered by white pillows and a rumpled white comforter. The lighting is dim and the bed is heavily in shadow.
Photograph by Annie Spratt/Unsplash

My Year of Nocturnal Panic

Each night, I faced my fear. Again and again, I went to bed.

I should be asleep

DeathThis feels like death.

Right here, sort of, no.

You’re not scaryYou’re a bed. Sleep is good and I need rest.

Doesn’t it?

sleep hygiene

sleep hygiene

It’s not my fault.


Let it go

Bethany Marcel is an alumna of the 2020 Tin House Workshop, a Contributing Editor at Barren Magazine, and a reader at The Rumpus. Her work has been published in Literary Hub, Creative Nonfiction, Longleaf Review, Post Road, and elsewhere. She's been awarded a Career Opportunity Grant from the Oregon Arts Commission and her work has been supported by residencies from Vermont Studio Center and Spruce Art. You can find her online at