My worst enemy is sleep and even though I need it, I don’t want to embrace the calm before the dream, storming over my mental habitat. It was suddenly dark and the moments that were, are now the last memories before I was out. Gone with the sheep and left out to roam the pasture of doom. I see nothing and everything, all in all, those seconds of my life are unexplained.
The stars are in the neighborhood, I can see them through the window in my room.