sleep

I feel as though sleep does not rest me. My dreams are so heavy they weigh me down through the bed to the floor and that's where I sleep. I sleep on the floor because the bed cannot hold me. And the pillow goes through my head and the blankets fall off while I'm dreaming. My mother was a demon last night who was going to kill me. She sliced open my eye and then planned my suicide. I woke up to one BEEP my online alarm clock and I was ripped apart from her. And my girlfriend is in our bed in the magical house, tending to our cat's wounds. I miss her warmth and I think I'm going home tonight because Hazel will get me sick otherwise. I need to carry a yardstick. I hate waking up this early for class.