Pins and needles
My body sprawled flat in the place we call comfort

Bed

Annoyance greets my features and my face become aged as I scrunch it, I don't like the warmth

It's dry
Reminds me of something

Snaking down my throat I try to scream

Vibrations ripple my body
Breaking the rhythmic waves of pins and needles

Paralysed

Awake

                   Asleep
Awake.      

                  Asleep


God save the



Dream