Sleep is like a big book that you will never finish because you never start it. Sure, you pick it up, flip through the pages and read the author bio but no, you don’t read it.
My bed is mine. My bed is good but I can’t sleep. Sleepy during the day, so much so I could just take a nap. But don’t because I should sleep at night.
Drugs. I miss drugs. Drugs would help me sleep.