If I Could Be Asleep Now I Would
I slept for 11 hours last night. It was lovely. I wish I could still be there.
I dreamt, vividly, although I do not remember of what. But it was not of this, not of being awake, where I am now.
Things could be worse, I'm stable enough, but I really would rather sleep. Potentially as much as physically possible.
Night will come soon enough. And then, hopefully, once again to dream, to dream of a place and a time that is not here, that is not now.