Too noisy..
I can hear everything around me only when the sun is sleeping.
The air conditioning right in my ear and the humming fridge directly beside me.
It's as if every sound has been heightened and lay next to my head.
So hot..
My sheets cling to my legs, as if it's trying to melt into my skin. Blankets and clothes long discarded in a desperate, vain attempt at comfort.
Now, being too cold.
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I'm stuck tossing my body around, flailing as I try to relax my limbs comfortably.
Bedlam erupts in my mind, never allowing me peace.
The sun peeks into my window, glazing my face in heat and light.
My eyes always a pale shade of crimson,
My body always sore,
My throat never damp,
My mind never allowing me rest.
No matter what I do, all attempts to rest are denied and laughed at.
Strangely enough, it seems humbling..normal, even.
I suppose I've gotten used to the strange patterns brought to me by the stars.
Sleep is too good for me I suppose..
And then I wake up in the late afternoon
