My body feels calm being tuned to soft mellow beats pounding euphorically against my ears. No intentions to fall asleep even though sleep feels enticing. But what’s the reason I press my head filled with unwilling thoughts against striped colored pillow cases, to build comfort or escape the face of reality. The two o’clock reflections are going to start to roll in soon, if I’m not awake to see it all. Even if all the pillow cases are cotton covered or i’m laying underneath the most comfortable blanket, my eyes align and meet with a pure dark room on a mattress that’s not filling the needs of comfort. 

I can’t remember the last time sleep was used for the use of comfort and induced to a right amount of time dreaming. Waking up to the sound of an annoying alarm going on until it fully awakes me—dragging the bottom of my eyes with finger tips feeling overly tired and restless. I still hear the reminiscent sounds of thoughts under neath my bed buried, although the voices aren’t as clear when they were trapped and took away sanity. It’s easy for me to fall asleep, but harder to actually wake up feeling overwhelmed and not thinking about what kept me up.