Touch was left senseless, confined to a single, gray sheet

Vision squealed
Cornered by hard lines, transparent materials and cruel facts

Hearing despaired, assaulted by
squeaks, squawks spears
piercing relentlessly

Taste strived to differentiate,
bland it seems, could have multiple types
from desperate to demure and back again

Brain sighed.
It had accepted defeat.

The final yawn covered the room,
rest finally arrived.