Sleep

Dusk. The windows are slightly ajar, but I don't bother to get up and close them properly. I watch as the last rays of sun disappear in the horizon.

Night. The curtains are half drawn, but I don't bother to get up and draw them fully. I stare blankly into the darkness that has fallen.

I'm lying in bed, shifting in and out of sleep. I keep telling myself I have to get up. I have things to do, so many things to do. But my body doesn’t move. I don't want to get up and face the things I have to do.

And with each passing moment, the sense of dread continues to grow. I don't want to deal with it. So I close my eyes, and allow myself to drift to sleep once more.

Sleep, is where I’m free.