I love falling asleep.
Laying there underneath stripes of sunlight, still too tired to get out of bed, so I just remain completely still.
Bit by bit, my thoughts are not my own. I realize it occasionally…the fact that I wouldn’t think of that in a clear state of mind. Then I get this giddy feeling, because I know it’s just around the corner. Sleep.
The one thing that can erase everything. Take problems away for an hour or two.
Even my nightmares are innocent, imaginative, playful escapes from the more terrible monsters to face during waking hours.
Lately I find myself pretending to be asleep, to escape a situation. Naturally, this doesn’t always work. But sometimes it does.
Lately I find myself sleeping more and more, 13 and 14 hours at a time, just to have an excuse for tomorrow to come faster.
Tomorrow. And then I will sleep again.
I am inept.
and everyone is just jealous…because I’m so good at Facebook that they don’t even notice how sad and neglected my Tumblr is.
SON, i promise I will post soon.
