I internally fight it,
Like a toddler that doesn't think they need a nap
But they're so tired
I know it's coming
I can't even see through the fog anymore
Fighting against my eyelids,
Did I take my pills?
Not that this question ever seems to make enough difference
But, yes
Then begins the mob beating version of sleep
The anxiousness starting in my feet
Maybe if I rotate them and stretch it'll help,
It doesn't
Tingles and tightness running up and down my legs
I search out the coolest parts of the bed
Hips and spine stiffen
Am I in quicksand?
Drowning?
Why is it so hard to move?
My shoulders hunch in and up to my ears
Trying to hide from the unseen beating
Someone must have hit my jaw in the night
I wake up feeling
Bruised
Tight
Pain
Everywhere
Turning over
Everything pops and cracks
My bones feel hollow, heavy, tight
Where did all the cartilage go?
I try to stand up
Did they drive nails into my heels last night?  
Almost fall down
It hurts to close my hand on the door for support
Was I fighting back?
My legs don't want to work
I forcefully drag one foot, then the other
I must've gained 100 pounds over night
Everything is so heavy
Slowly, painfully,
Trying to break my leaden feet and legs free
Use your abs
My spine pops
Take a deep breath
More cracks
Breathing hurts
Maybe crawling would have been easier
I'm positive bruises cover every inch of my body
The miles long journey from my bed to the bathroom ends
I hobble my way to the mirror to examine the damage
Nothing
No marks
No bruises
No nail in my heel
No concrete
No water
No quicksand
I look perfectly fine
I want to crumble