I seem to have forgotten how to sleep tonight. I can’t help but think that my mind is simply rebelling.
The sad discovery… I sleep better with hopelessness. When it’s as dark inside as the night sky, I can slip fluidly into repose. Oil on water under a starless sky.
There is a light sneaking through the blinds. It pulls at my eyelids. It tests my will. My skin warms, the blankets become a burden. I am unaccustomed to the brightness… the heat… radiating despite the sorrow of solitude.
Not even sadness can sing my lullaby tonight.