I'm tired, I need to sleep. I don't want to sleep. The nightmares come when I sleep. Yet, sleep is the only time I find peace. Total darkness, a total eclipse of light. I find peace among the monsters that haunt my rest. Still, I don't want to go back. The monsters they chase me out, they bite and claw and kick and punch. They gnaw at my flesh until I awake and come back to the real world. I must sleep, but I have no desire to do so.
I must sleep, so I take a palm full of sleep aids. Four, five, how many was it? At least twice the recommended dosage. I've done this before, I will sleep for nine hours. Ten if I'm lucky. Years of abuse have made the pills useless to me. A placebo. My mind knows it but my body doesn't. My body responds as if I have actually done something. In reality I have done nothing.
Hello monsters, do you hear me? Do you see me? I have invaded your home. I will rest here. I will sleep comfortably in your dark little caves. This is where I feel at home. You will drive me out, but not before I have rested. One day monsters, I will come here and slay you all so that I may sleep eternally. Until that day, enjoy the time you have tormenting me. For now, I must sleep.
