Behind closed eyes

Begging for sleep, it helps me get away. Covered in sheets, refusing to meet the light. The day begins for so many, yet I lay here. I don’t need food, don’t need drinks, just darkness and cold. The cold helps the sleep. The sleep brings them. The visions in my head that I control. My daylight, my happiness, behind eyelids too heavy to open. Praying for sleep. That’s where they dance, only for me. That’s where I want to be…. sleep… just sleeep…

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