It's so weird.
I feel so sleepy.
As if my life is ebbing away.
Into nothingness.
Like the only solid flesh I can grasp is the air above my bed.
As I lie awake on my sodden sheets.
Dreaming dreary dreams.
Grapple onto the fragile ledge and watch it crumble into miniature cement bite-sized pieces.
Crumpled like the printer paper I used to handle.
It's so heavy.
This unusual frame of mine. So weary.
Dragging myself to the window now.
Yanking myself back to bed.
It's unlike outer space. Where you can float so free.
It's more like gravity rape, when it refuses to let go of you.
Well.
It's still heavy and weird.
So I'll try to sleep now.
Somehow.
