This is not a story, these are just thoughts

There are different kinds of numb, experienced in various ways. There is the soft child falling asleep on his mothers warm chest kind of numb; the moment, second, before drifting off. There is the laughing so hard numb; when the giggles take over your every nerve. There is the blood rushing feeling of a first love numb; the bliss of their touch on your skin and the whispers in your ear... And there is the dead, hurting, numb; the one that leaves you feeling empty, worthless, and the one you don't want to wake up from.

I'm in the last form of numb, don't wake me up