my eyes open, sullenly. not a movement from my body, but that of my left arm, reaching out for that awful device that forces me to comprehend a drab reality.
tap to snooze
waking up from a dream where every day isn’t the same monotony, and every class isn’t the same anesthesia, and every moment isn’t enveloped in the pain of missing you.
tap to snooze
i lay here hoping begging, even, that this burden of waking life will cease, and that one day i will cross over to the sleep realm and never again will i need to *tap to snooze